And there it is.
No photos here yet.
There's the previous kitten, too, in a different room, occasionally growling, hissing.
There's sleep on my mind, allergies on my eyes, and a helluva day behind me.
Make 'em all helluva
Eat more shellfish and French food
There's this list of nouns welling up inside me and I hope I carve out a buncha time for George Herbert this fall
I love the kinda bad ass that stretches across centuries
I love the ephemeral kind just as much
Come October, why don't I buy some bourbon
We'll hang around Justin's fire pit and you can read me Herbert
And we'll eat burgers
If I were a cult leader, prayers would roll something like that
And there'd be lots chairs because the more chairs the better the cult, I'm told
We'd get silly transmedia, too
And there'd be something about fish, why not
Get yourself a jar
Drive around the county listening to country
Speak up over the music when the time is right
The ding ding ding of "your keys are still in the ignition" when you open the driver-side door
Dust swirling in the beams and grit doing what grit does
Trains and gunshots and thunder in the distance
Midnight creeping over the horizon
Saying dome, stars, ways and means more and more
Some some some more and more
Everything hushes out and is gone
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States