three things

I thought I lost my Sensa pen. Remarkably it had not been stolen when my car was broken into; so many other little things were. It is the last thing I have from someone who was once a major influence in my life. I write with this pen every day, now that I’ve found it again. My wallet is a bit of handcrafted leather that I bought in Vancouver the day after the MSG‘s birthday last year. The artisans of Indian Summer Leather make lovely bags, as well. And of course, the beer is a Newcastle. “pub triptych” by cygnoir ._.-. In my dream, I met Dave Eggers. I was being held hostage in my house by thugs from the future who had traveled back to my time to force me to do certain things for them, which things exactly were unclear. At one...

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