Haiku 7 in These titles mean nothing.

This night never comes
It lasts too long when it does
And then it’s over

Fog and rain. I bought a tank of gas. $1.77 a gallon for ethanol blend. Kwik Star is across a busy highway. Traffic is heavy after work. I always feel like I’m taking my and someone elses life in my hands when I go there. I bought a fabulous apple and little red wax encased disk of milky mild cheese and a cup of dark roast coffee.

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Tell me a story. A short one. Or a longer one in chapters. Make it the truest thing you’ve ever said. Make it the lie your soul wants to tell. Make it light and fizzy. Make it dark and forbidden.

I promise to listen.

Last updated January 07, 2016