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... And You'll Be Shocked By The Surprise Twist Ending!

sometimes i feel like my eyes are sewn closed but i am unaware of it. everything that i see i project onto the back of my eyelids. what i see is what i make of what i hear around me. this morning, during daily calisthenics, this headline:

Blind Man, Having Acquired Heightened Senses, Becomes Bodybuilder

the sun, particularly distinct this morning and early afternoon, has already capitulated to the horizon's yawn. i get very tired around four or five.

one of the first things i'm noticing is the sharp crack & shiver of icicles melting, the grumble of snow, shifting. the temperature maps slowly acquiring the midrange colors: greens, yellows. the need for less layers.

once again, i have a telephone. i can be reached. i am no longer so incorporeal. and things start to warm up, as the sun is brighter & the windows less closed, the mess the winter made is becoming painfully visible. i know i'm jumping the gun a bit, but i can hear the ice breaking. stupid groundhog-seers.

another thought on the bus:

Robber Jone Is Actually Robert Jones - Or Was, Once

Headlines Nowadays Too Pun-chy, Says Times