Tag Archives: I don’t know who I am anymore

Mere Ors


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 #356

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.