Here's something to think about: the smell and look of a carpet store.
It makes me feel bad. Poignantly bad, in a way I wish I knew exactly how to explain.
Does that make sense to anyone?
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- There are cacti outside my window.
- tomorrow, there be sun.
- debilitating december.
- snow & specters
- Just a nice reason for a November swim!
- claire's so-called life.
- The Story of Stuff
- EPA suckage, Woody Allen ownage
- woo.
- carpets.
- Turn and face the strange.
- brain transplant
- the big 2-0.
- I Have an Announcement
- my country 'tis of crap
- poking poultry and time travel
- and the yogic energy permeates...
- a tasteless pizza, a tasteful soup
- "Where's my shoe...?"
- "Words can't bring me down."
- The Unanswerable Phone
- books and Buddha
- paleowhatever
- Left of somewhere
- this is what I mean about the whale:
- Oh bio, oh my-o
- freezing bedroom, warmer heart, old words
- Fire and Ice
- welcome, december
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1 comment:
i once knew a guy who's dad was a carpet salesman and for some reason i thought that was so, inexplicably sad.
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