in the sun shadows there are more than five fingers, I give me 6 or 7.
there is nothing in the general, at least not specific.
a pool shark, a bar drunk, a drunk bar, an old song, a sour pick up line, a decline, a way home, a bed.
what is it when the something is nothing, and the nothing is something?
a night sky on Egypt with its Pyramids perfectly aligned, we can all see the belt. the same world, just hundreds of miles away.
a microcosm.
Thursday
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