Had a weird dream last night. Don’t remember most of it, just a few images. Tried to recreate one of them here. I guess the shoe thing is getting to me a little.
Not every omen has ambition.
"Old now, and with little strength left for the movement of the herd, he has withdrawn to the edge of the territory to wait for the end alone."
She’s calling it teamwork. I have doubts.
Maybe this is all identity is in the end. A shape left briefly in the world.
Is it you, little buddy? Are you the one behind the shoe thing?
The pigeon was giving a little “what are you going to do about it.” Poor Mabel.
I’m beginning to suspect she has a master plan.
If twice is coincidence and three times a pattern, then four times means somebody is messing with me.
Good turnout tonight.
