somewhere close to the middle of my neighborhood there's this parking lot with an abundance, filled to the brim yellow gold. close by in a building i heard the practicing tunes of a rock and roll band jamming out, instantly i began whistling norwegian wood and have had it in my head ever since. it just so happens to be my favorite time of the year, oh yes and there's plenty of the good stuff to go around. while i'm waiting for my latest painting to finish drying, i thought i share some of this plenty with you, those who need it, read it.
currently reading: the yiddish policemen's union
could be reading: mixtape
will always enjoy thoroughly: shelteriffic
school is back; so is the after school program: mule
prepping for clothesline will remain the plenty of september along with a vacation.
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