i don't want to be seen as a pretty thing;
it's the pretty things we're always breaking

the first patio post of the spring

as i write this, i am sitting on a lawn chair out on my patio, barefoot, drinking a beer. what’s the temperature there, in frozen wisconsin, you ask? why, it’s 71 degrees right now. a little cloudy and windy, perhaps, but this is one gift horse i’m not particularly prone to look at in the mouth.

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