interesting, the 88 busdriver that was being cussed out and stopped the bus that day remembered me & said, you were on the bus that day, it seems like, you know what nevermind. Then, on the elevator in the library some woman randomly askes my if i was an artist. I tell her i write, she then says to me, ohh you seemed like a poet, i write poetry and paint. im going to publish a book with my paintings and poetry side by side. sooooo what are you saying to me universe?
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 23:34:54 +0000
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