Posted by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 7:22amView Blog
NOVEMBER 22, 2009 3:21PM

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He snorted awake. Any day you can wake up without restraints is a good day. Supposing the water an eighth inch over everything, it appeared to be as good a day as any good day, 1/365th, that route South. They say you can go all the way from the Twin Cities (or is it Duluth?) down Highway 61 to Ft.Worth.

I would phone you.

You were happy, you seemed happy to me, walking up to me looking in my eyes. And there were no worries, sometime last night, early this morning, likely, an educated man, I know that.

So it would be splap-dash loading the car.

I ought to shower in sunlight, but in order to be more like you, I won't, for now, to be with you for a little more time. Unless it is me that is dead. God you were with me.

(to be continued)

***Any day you can wake up without restraints is a good day"

Ain't that the truth. After you accomplish that, it's all icing on the cake

NOVEMBER 22, 2009 03:32 PM
Placebostudman~you resemble William Defoe. Ever notice how many Capricorns there are around this gin joint?

J.P. Hart
NOVEMBER 23, 2009 02:39 AM

Caroline Hagood
NOVEMBER 24, 2009 05:00 PM
Thanks, Caroline. Open Salon continues to publish everything I write~~~Happy Thanksgiving to y'all!

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Comment by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 7:43am

Here we go again! I need about 15 minutes with my Oral B.

OM and Gloria are rolling at sea. Spanish Mediterranean gaming Sea Cruise. I have no such mobility today. However that must be Pegasus on the gasoline station sign.
Rather preoccupied. Beulah is back from the Gulf of Mexico and got (IMHO) waaay too00 much sun. Beautiful Beulah alabaster and golden. Too all spirits holy I-am beholden.

Hot tramp the way the sunlight plays upon her hair!

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 7:54am


If it's boorish of me to include wonderful warm comments from a previous incarnation TOUGH SILT!

I'm recollect in' 'suicide' drills squeaking for yellow dusty erasers on that gymnasium gloss floor.
And my knee cricks. And on weekends my snare drum leg brace never fit right. Could I just do it through those hot asphalt streets when signaled Glory Hallelujah...

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