bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Monday 9th January 2017.

The clock ticks...the sound taunts...darkness has fallen the day is less than two hours away...the white screen before me is vast it mocks in silence...shall i let it bother me...perhaps not, as i have made the hours of the day tick-tock in a fashion where i feel that Hope can be found amongst the cabbage patch, should i need to rummage to make the belief that the word beautiful can still be found amongst the curves of the planet..a phone call today from Australia ended with 33*C...and " i'm on my way to the beach "...did i think drat, bitch, or simply sigh as rain drops from heaven gushed, perhaps i laughed instead....So Goeth....
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