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it's been almost two weeks of relentless, gunmetal grey skies. only one brief glimpse of sunshine... "brief" meaning about a half-hour... broke through Sunday afternoon. and now the rains come, in earnest. i don't consider this a mood elevator. actually, it's had quite the opposite effect, causing some disturbingly vivid dreams to bubble up into my consciousness as various parts of the day. i expect to look in the mirror and have one of the Mole People return the stare, like the characters from the most excellent half-assed horror film of which the fifties spat out in such abundance. minus the scrotal nose job, thankfully. |
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