Twelve Twelve Twenty
There are 6 minutes left in this day. I cannot hold this year in my mind. One day I passed a seagull whose wing had been torn clean off and he or she stood next to the wing still just somewhat attached. and with some blood, but confused and very still. On another day a man charged at me after hitting himself violently in the face and yelling HALLOWEEN COSTUMES angrily at no one. He almost hit me but then suddenly changed his mind. I feel this year is lost inside the matrix and also lost and just lost. Two minutes left. Here is my post and I will give you another soon. Also, hugs. Virtual hugs. Let's just be O.K.