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Tuesday:

Willy took me by the hand, and where he took me is a mystery.
What I do know is that I could just barely start to make out some writing on the wall, but then it would change right when I actually thought I might recognize one of the characters.

He left me by myself for a few minutes while he darted into one of the shadows. I should have probably been scared, but I really wasn’t, for some reason.

After a few minutes, I heard a noise somewhere behind me, and I twisted on my toes to meet it. I couldn’t figure out exactly which direction it was emanating from so I kept my eyes peeled.

A small fuzzy figure trotted up to me and sat down. It looked a bit like a dog, but not totally so. It seemed friendly, so I reached out my hand. He reached forward to meet it. He paused, took what seemed to be a very deliberate sniff, and then said,
“You expect me to lick THAT hand?”

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Tuesday:

Fire and fury,
shoes and see-through socks all in one.
A touch of scepter something,
and a hint of sulphur scent.

An inquiry into never-never land, for a change of pace.
and maybe something around nobodyville will do, too.
A hierarchy of hemispheres stacked one by one,
and falling come down crashing all around you.

And laughing ahah you go running through the trees,
and the large brances sway with your wind
and follow you along your path, onward into hope,
and forward into faith.

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Monday:

heartache and heartfelt.
Heart. Gut.
Wrenching.
Raunchy.
Stinky. Poo.

So, then there was a lady,
and ever so shady was she.
And then there was a fellow,
and ever so shallow was he.
And the fellow saw the lady,
and the lady said, “hey there.”
and then the fellow fell falling to his knees.

And then she said, “Will you hurt me?”
And he said, “Of course.”
And she said, “Lovely.”
And he said, “Of course.”

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Friday:

There’s this funny feeling you get when you see things working out in oddly comforting ways. Our skeptic nature makes us want to look deeper. “Too good to be true.” You’ve heard it before.

I want to forget that feeling, though… and let things take their course. If I get taken along the way, then I guess that’s just how it’s going to be.

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Wednesday:

Directly to Mars, the creature crawls.
The earth meanders through the universe, casting the hopeful rays of heaven.
A single eye catches sight of the creature, far down below and swoops down to eat it.

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Saturday:

And a Sunday sermon came out of the speakers in the elevator.
And I looked around at the people I was riding with, and they looked back at me, disinterested.
And I tried not to listen to what the holy man was saying,
But don’t you know it?, I couldn’t help myself.

And he said, “Take the lord into your hands…”
And I thought, “And then what do I do with his lordship?”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mouth…”
And I thought, “Woah, that might be going a little far.”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mind…”
And I thought, “Lordy lordy.”

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Friday:

dripping down against the wall,
I reach up for something, a light switch,
anything to protect me from this fall.

I angle my fears towards the ground beneath,
coming up fast, I am together with it now.
And I stop a moment to give life a thought and then it sweeps me away.

And together we shout, me, myself, and I,
and we shout about never never land and a girl we once knew.
And somewhere far away, she pauses her paradise for a moment of contemplation.
And we know, me, myself, and I,
that she’s thinking about us. Together at last.

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Saturday:

A fuzzy caterpillar is crawling up and down my spine. I’m not sure where he’s going, but it sure feels fine! I want to watch him wiggle, but I just can’t seem to twist around far enough to do it!

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Thursday:

I sat on the subway with a seat open beside me for about 6 or 7 minutes through 2 stops, and no one sat next to me. No one at all. I suppose I never really sit next to anyone very often either. But, for some reason, today I noticed this.

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Wednesday:

Bubba tubba tumbling.
Feeble fellow fumbling.
Grabbing in the air for the last falling straw,
and landing down hard empty-handed.

Dang.