Hello, 2025. I come in peace.
It should all go just fine.
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Holiday breathing into a paper bag
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
The cosmic raspberry
Or Bronx cheer.
My kingdom for a cubicle
the kind that dampens sound, with thick foam partitions.
The denouement before the storm
I reckon, anyhow.
A little breather
After a week of breathing into a paper bag.
Now comes the stressful bit.
You know, like opening a restaurant.
Gratitude where I can find it
Oh, look, here’s some now.
A quick note to the electorate in our neighborhood
A better bottle for a stressful day.
Excuses, excuses
Mmmm…traffic.