Indians scattered in El Taco Loco
The last couple of days have been full of light & darkness, the transvaluation of right & left; mirror-scene free you.
In the beginning there was Dawn. Svelte, smooth, rosy, golden. In my mind, she saved the TC with the help of the AI. & pretty much all for Wednesday.
Thursday comes, the psycho runs to the restroom at 6:30, gagging. I didn't puke, but I messed up the bandage on my foot. Felt sick, re-made/re-modeled the ending to Dawn (Imperious), then went out to the restaurant in the Invisible Mall. With Car-girl. Ate sugar-free cherry pie. Then we went to see the foot doctor. The bandage came off. Now I can take a bath, stop being Smelly Bear.
When Trish returned home from her TA with Car-girl, I decided to take her out to El Taco Loco, where I had Loco Nachos instead of a Crazy Taco.
These 2 Native women came in, one chunky with long & beautiful hair; the other in a white shirt with hair cropped short, slithy toves. This all made me want to gyre & gimble.
They left.
Then they came back & asked for a Mr. Fruity, in spite of the Crazy prices. Most over-priced pop I've ever guzzled. They sat at the next table down, & as I talked to Trish, the girl in the white shirt caught my eye, barely, briefly, in my glaucomatic vision. Then the one with the beautiful hair turned around & stared at me, so I shifted my gaze away, left with Trish as soon as possible.
It (almost) seemed like they wanted to meet me -- but if so, where did they know me from?
Indians scattered on Dawn's highway bleeding!
Ghosts crowd the Jung child's fragile eggshell mind!
In the beginning there was Dawn. Svelte, smooth, rosy, golden. In my mind, she saved the TC with the help of the AI. & pretty much all for Wednesday.
Thursday comes, the psycho runs to the restroom at 6:30, gagging. I didn't puke, but I messed up the bandage on my foot. Felt sick, re-made/re-modeled the ending to Dawn (Imperious), then went out to the restaurant in the Invisible Mall. With Car-girl. Ate sugar-free cherry pie. Then we went to see the foot doctor. The bandage came off. Now I can take a bath, stop being Smelly Bear.
When Trish returned home from her TA with Car-girl, I decided to take her out to El Taco Loco, where I had Loco Nachos instead of a Crazy Taco.
These 2 Native women came in, one chunky with long & beautiful hair; the other in a white shirt with hair cropped short, slithy toves. This all made me want to gyre & gimble.
They left.
Then they came back & asked for a Mr. Fruity, in spite of the Crazy prices. Most over-priced pop I've ever guzzled. They sat at the next table down, & as I talked to Trish, the girl in the white shirt caught my eye, barely, briefly, in my glaucomatic vision. Then the one with the beautiful hair turned around & stared at me, so I shifted my gaze away, left with Trish as soon as possible.
It (almost) seemed like they wanted to meet me -- but if so, where did they know me from?
Indians scattered on Dawn's highway bleeding!
Ghosts crowd the Jung child's fragile eggshell mind!
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