Ramblings Recorded At the Laundromat

hair is just the mind out of focus

hearts don’t live on the edge for no reason

a mind is a terrible thing not to mind losing

if you drive to the edge of everywhere, collect two hundred dollars

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this paper is creamy, but wholly unprepared for a flood of ink, apparently.

I should like white tattoos of my scars on my reincarnant’s body, so that each stick of the needles and raising of the skin will recall for her my memories, my mistakes.

Somebody said, “Poor judgment gains us experience, while it is experience which grants us good judgment.

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Teals plus purples excite me

their combination produces

the fear of drowning and

the exhilaration of flying

(which encompasses the fear of falling)

Their combination is sublime.

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I like comfortable sweaters. But you must understand that the comfort comes more from me than from any fabric or fit.

I project onto items the way I wish to feel about them.

This chair only hurts my thighs with its raised edge because I am restless. So I deem it uncomfortable.

My car is clanky and old because I so enjoy getting everywhere under my own power.

The laundromat is expensive because I am lazy.

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I am also allergic to the word “that.” But that is a story for another day. Achoo.