We Will Both Find Out, Just Not Together
watching paint dry, and Hop Along
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Duct-tape and soldered wires
Last night I had a dream that I was at a friend’s funeral, and this morning I had to wake up and check the obituaries to make sure it wasn’t real.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the severance turns the minutes to hours
I’m thinking about “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” this morning. Partially because I always am, and partially because of three seconds in the opening minutes of the latest episode of Severance.
Seabirds singing like doves
For months I thought there was an owl outside.
Draw us into your picture
The Grammy’s were last night, which feels like a very funny break to have in the midst of an eternal barrage of doomer news, but maybe it's just the kind of aside people need. Let us post about something else for a while. Give the Grammy for