It’s time to move on, but something is in the way.
I move through life, and with every crack of my joints, old emotions gush out and soak me to the bone.
I visited my old hometown, drove my rental car past old friends plodding through the streets or sitting at a sidewalk cafe table and exposing their souls to some stranger sitting beside them.
Is the mind in the body?
shaman noodle soup
mascots and motherships
artificial strawberry flavored acute twilight state
keep that buggy in the road!
easy peasy lemon squeasy
Thee Nexte Comique Strippe: will update regularly at sf.untappedcities.com
Magical Beings of Market Street. More at:http://sf.untappedcities.com/2012/02/15/magical-beings-on-market-street/
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