don't worry, it's only the title of a catchy toad the wet sprocket song - no, not the one playing during rayanne graff's meltdown - the other one. the mellow one. I wish that was my nom de guerre. I wouldn't like to go to war, but I would like a reason to fight. I feel so tired. looking for something to love as everything I have been doing seems pointless, dull, and not a welcome space for me to unfold. I just have to keep at it, in spite of myself. it's the only thing I can think of, besides that other thing, which we all know isn't a good idea at all. more books and baking, baths and bedknobs.*
*ran out of uplifting, soothing, elegant lady b-words.
blowmonkeys, bildungsromans, bayonets, bindis, buskers, berliners, ballyhoos, bangarangs, blood-diamonds, bananagrams, bales, christian
the end.
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