Today marks the first truly beautiful day of Spring around here. No doubt there is still horrid and antagonizing weather to come; wet snow, frozen mud, skinning winds. This day, though. Cloudless, sky so blue it striates at the edges of vision, leaps at you out of the corner of your eye, and overwhelms any direct gaze. Perfect comfort in a leather jacket, open over a t-shirt.
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What a complete paragraph, eh? Totally did all of my jobs today. I am going to go back outside.
--JL
p.s. haha, not just a leather jacket, which is black! I wear black from shoulders to toes most days, except for colorful stripy socks, because I am an insufferable sadboy--except for my colorful stripy socks. The socks represent my joi de vivre. The black represents that you probably don't want to talk to me because I am weird or dangerous or both. Apparently. Personally, I am just honoring Ian Malcolm (fictional), Johnny Cash (he's got a song about it, it's corny as hell but real as fuck so here I am, wearing lots of black), and the Specter of Death. Also I like to keep things pretty simple.
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