Saturday, May 15, 2021

nothing

I'm drinking whisky and listening to Soul II Soul. My feet are really cold. 

This little soldier is right next to me. 
This little soldier is under the couch, basking in the heater gust. 

That's all. Nothing. 

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oh, thunder! 110 years ago today

  Los Angeles Evening Post-Record   5 July 1915 ·p. 7