Burning wisdom
If I had a book, I would be blessed with my eyes and the light that reaches through my pupils once a day or even twice in my life.
A chocolatier placed the soul of his foot on the wet dark wooden floor board.
In keeping with time either thirty or forty years ago.
My mind may wander to you and your silky dark hair and the inside of a night time on the other side of the universal word for a place in space.
It is written and it is read, and the pens and pencils and papers will go both ways to retract or enact the possum
Eating on the side of a road which is half busy and half not
But the guy who is very good and never the best
We all make what we can of our things
Looking forward to the simple plan of the friend under home holy god
Hope,
Wise fire
To be the Interiority of the future of yourself.
[Partly inspired by Joe Pera Talks with You, I just rewatched Joe Pera Gives You Piano Lessons and searched for info on the song In the Dining Room and browsed the Joe Pera subreddit.] The end and Good Night
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