It took longer than planned this afternoon to acquire the car, but then I picked up
rushthatspeaks and we ate barbecue from Blue Ribbon and curled up as Autolycus aggressively intervened for affection and watched Lisa Udelson's marvelously unironic Lifetime Guarantee: Phranc's Adventures in Plastic (2001) and I have even managed to park on our bumper-to-bumper street in such a way as to avoid the threat of street cleaning in the morning and it was just a very nice time, which is important. I like this poem about bog bodies and this infographic about the Punic Wars and this year's Oscar for Best Production Design might as well be awarded to Greta Gerwig's Barbie (2023) right now.
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- 1: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 2: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 3: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 4: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 5: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 6: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 7: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 8: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
- 9: My dream house is a negative space of rock
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