all that i am

i have absofuckinlutely nothing to say.

except: 72 degrees tomorrow says weather.com . ribs. beer. sports.

oh, and lucinda wiliams in the ear drums.

i should be more stressed about the room i need to fill in very few days.

it has begun to fade into warm connection without the need and want that goes with

and it ain't all that i am, anymore

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