did I already write the canvas is dry and did I also write that she replied: "so am I"?

strange days in small town trauma. though the town have grown considerable larger, so it seems, has the ghost and the machine. or a mere selvverstaendlich observation, the joke will run out in a month, so will the perspective of occupation. forgive me for nagging and not spilling the beans and the details, but the world has indeed imploded to the size of our patio.

from here to everywhere.