Lookie here. I have a blog. Huh? I'm sorry, brain fog. I'm supposed to do what with this thing, write stuff. Hmm. Got no stuff to write. Got no words. Got nothin.

Got a few quarters in a glass pyrex bowl on the table, stiff in my neck and hurt in my head.

Got flowers dead in the vase and laundry on the floor.

Got snores from the bedroom and burn in my eyes.

Got my bare feet propped on the file case. Prop.

Got cat walk bridge dreams hanging on by a cloth. Got unopened bills and unopened thoughts.

Got dishes in the sink and play-doh on the wall.

Got two asleep.

Got to.

Got to got to got to got to got.

Got to keep on.

Going.


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