power lines

they’ve really got to go. i’m going to start a club for people who want never to have to look at them. the movement could be called ‘power lines underground’ … which, i’m pretty sure, is where they should have been this whole time.

autumn is no longer around the corner. it’s right here. watch out, or you’ll step on one of its toes. i smelled wood smoke while walking to my car tonight. for something that i associate with the depths of winter, i’d say i took it pretty well. i’m glad there’s someone in the neighborhood with a wood stove.

if you’re ever in uptown looking for a tasty beverage, head over to pandora’s cup and get a banana raspberry smoothie. then take 94 east to 35W north and visit me at secure, because i’ll be here all night.

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