today, on a walk in my airplane / aeroplane, i saw a thing, it was a bright and amazing thing, it looked like a row of ducks wearing daffodils on their winged, feathered backs. and so, i pulled out my trombone and i said to myself: if i were to be a part of a good thing, i would not trumpet to each new choir, if i heard of suffering, i would care for those in distress while at the same time not giving every subtle clue as to why i was personally kindred to the would be affliction. shameful. and then i would walk over to the late night snak food stand on wheels, buy hot dogs for the any, sit on a wall and wait, feeling that night was eternal, i would take a diversion on my way home, that would be the least i kan do, no?
afghani medication(s), and i will need a tent to hide it because in the morning i WILL be gone 1), 2), 3)
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