We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.
I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.
God-forsaken is beautiful, too.
I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.