When I see stray hats lying around,
I always think that they might not be stray at all
… but still attached to someone’s head.
note: stray heads don’t usually have hats on them … around here at least.
double note: I feel all macabre tonight … I might start making things with knotted string.
triple note: I once kicked over a motorcycle helmet on a beach … and only found sand inside it.
“Today is over. Over.” … I’m talking on a walky-talky … I thought you knew that.
(HeyTell is a pretty cool free app for your iPhone!)
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Sometimes snow isn’t very good at covering up stuff.
note: “Mom! Jason’s been making snow angels outside again!”
double note: “No, I haven’t seen your cat.”
triple note: sorry if this one’s a bit macabre. I carry myself away sometimes.
notes to myself #107
Don’t play with the Robson’s down the road: they put rocks in their snowballs.
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