#158

You know, I like number one hundred and fifty-seven a lot. Couldn't think of anything about it in particular yesterday, but it's a cool number. It's just cool. I bet there's lots of reasons why, there always are, but I just feel like it is cool. A cool cat. 157.

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Definitely one of those days where it's very hard to be alive. Very hard to have a body and be in it.

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Well, what are ya gonna do.

Me, I write poems. Then I throw them in the garbage or consign them to flame or digitally destroy any evidence that they ever existed. Put one of my feet in front of the other foot, then put the second foot in front of the first foot.

Go on like that for a while.  

It is amazing that anything survives.


--JL