have small plans this evening on.
Catch finale game, get Superior plates
up on site and cook Shrimp creole.
Have ambivalent feelings relative
milady. Happy to be free of her, yes,
but (I'd never tell her that. Might hurt.)
miss her insofar as whiling away goes.
Whiling presently waiting on dry shirt.
Above one of my latest inventions. Near.
Don't have to walk all the way across yard.
Wash done every so often. Sun down. Slow.
Plenty to do otherwise. Maybe shouldn't
be here either which begs the question...
why would a man who ostensibly walks
with Jesus go to a bar? Good question, yo...
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