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notes

 

lift the crossbars? overdone terminals? novelty? workhorse? I don’t mind the x-height. it’s all display type these days anyway. who’s taking the time to read fulltext.

a crow call. some wind chimes. a coming storm.

oh god.

designer name brand chairs. red neatly folded umbrellas. all cabled together and locked with high tech bicycle chains. perfectly manicured gardens. beautifully sculpted trees. a deserted corporate park on a sunday ... fathers day.

light rain pain prairie grass grain.

they say it’s inappropriate. he says it’s inappropriate. I say it’s inappropriate.

I smell fallen leaves and smoke.

sunset light on a triangle of goose down bellies?

and the is and the ought and the were.

what’s real? not this. do you have the will?