Two inches of whiskey cut the slightly sugared ice cube that clinks against glass.
And, it strikes such that I wonder if
the movement from barter-subsistence economies to cash-wage economics
redefined the notion of freedom.
I dreamt I found the missing earring.
Do I still appear obstinate and obdurate?
My back feels tight.
I dreamt the very same knotted muscle could be helped by the difference in a table that could seat four and a table that could seat two.
It made no sense on waking.
The re-couping of regime change wars.
Quid pro quo and blahblahblah.
A political revolution or a social one?
Who is allowed to feature in a narrative?
The disability resulting from uncertainty.
Costs of innovation.
I need a hair cut, but have not been here long enough to
to know to whom to go.
I dreamt a being with violet eyes, violet hair, and violet eyebrows came to me because it was said I knew how to not break but to bend.