Tonight I will not dream. I will close my eyes I will see nothing. I will defy my imagination. There are no roadside diners. They have all been removed. Those relics of yesteryears transportation mastication. My indigo jeans are stonewashed. My vinyl has been digitally re-mastered. It is winter. It is grief. I said all of this out loud. I was dictating to myself.
boxterjulep:
relish the winter. mustard the snow. pickle the icicles. catch a cardinal and put ketchup on it. i'm hungry for more.
raven:
thanks for the synonyms. it is much appreciated. 