Picking up pieces, rebuilding, working with what I have—I’ve been doing that all my life. For the first time in awhile I wake at a decent hour to plod blueprints for moving and a continued glow. Hours have been all screwy lately since that cut off from work, and it was a much needed split. They say look out for a severe storm and yet the sun is shining. Metaphor metaphor! Metta! I transition into new work and a new flat.
Radio waves fill the room. If the conditions are right, someone will appear with a radio. Friends and good times are the same way. I fear nothing because everything depends on conditions upon which life twists and turns. All I have to do is move about with a positive mental attitude and flowers bloom. Some say Move To Austin. I don’t think you can find friends like this in Austin. Sorry. You can’t switch ’em out.
I quit the suds and carry a treasure map under my arm, with love. I wish to pick a day to watch Seven Samurai in its entirety. I wish to pick a friend who wants to watch Seven Samurai in its entirety with me. If conditions are right, corn will pop.
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