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And Go To Bed I feel good, but I'm tired. It's Thursday. The week is almost over. I need sleep. I need to take the garbage out. I need a good woman and a home on the beach where the stars shine and the warm nights flow like thick catsup over the cheeseburger of the soul. I need a tune up. I need oil. I need a tabby that doesn't nurture a feud with the next door neighbor's cat. I don't need to write this journal right now. So we'll call this an "hello, nice of you to drop in, please come back" sort of an entry and fumble among the files for a photograph for the head. And go to bed. |
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