The unpleasant veneer of coldness spreads itself over our skin. the year, once more, is starting to fall away into, what I once considered to be, an enjoyable decline. I don't know what to do. In a couple of hours I'll be standing in a sleek room pressing buttons, giving a PowerPoint presentation.
plying my trade. Incorporating buzz words and jargon into my speaking. It doesn't come naturally. If I could, I'd blast dynamic and innovative from the dictionary. We're all cold, sterile as cologne. In all probability, once it's done, I'll come out of there feeling fine. Like I've done a good joefficiency is really my cup of dust and bone.
A mattress on a floor is my bed. A window, portal, gives a view of oak limbs and turning leaves. The smell of forest mulch, wood and tobacco smoke permeates my clothes.
my water gets collected from the barn.