October 31, 2012

untitled [part XVII of my "Thinking in Acronyms" series]

My door started squeaking. It, too, can’t stand the constant coming and going anymore.
I’m not Italian enough to eat pasta every day.

Seems the weather report is all that’s ever on TV. Pressure cookers in the sky, boiling eternally.

I am being stalked by the ghost of people who aren’t residents of this town.

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