#splodgeness

[mumblelard]

memories of my home planet

i started finding these fifty year old mardi gras coins on the side of the path a month or so ago, more than a dozen by now. i picture an old man, walking by the lake, reliving old memories, leaving them behind, one by one

yesterday was such an accumulation of small blessings. i don't know why, but i'll take it

i ate the last cinnamon roll with a little spoon of tart cherry jam in the early afternoon and it was nice

i had such bad dreams last night. it felt like the dreams were trying to eat my bones. i'll try to let them go. this morning i look like a mumblelard half-hollowed by hungry ghosts

later, i'm going to make hamburgers. i don't do this often. a special meal. a treat from me to me