Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I don’t know who I am anymore;
… maybe it’s the fake beard.
note: I can only grow fake beards.
double note: apologies for not visiting your blogs. I will shortly.
Today I went to the local dump/incinerator to get rid of some old futons. I think the smell of a dump is the same in every country.
You know that smell? … I’m still catching a whiff of it 12 hours later.