My mother never told me nothing.

The forecast says thunderstorms and I still ride my bike to work. Sky's black, black, black says the view from the office windows.

No money in the bank, two new beach towels, and a missing pair of sunglasses.

I've a mind full of Muppets, sand, Spex, peanut-butter, green, thoughts not-yet-recorded, 1970s drug overlords, brogue, DISCOURSE, and New York City. How obvious.

Only hot water in my coffee mug.

Did you know I am in love?

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