Pumpkin Spice Latte & Two Slices of Pie
Jim said, "We have a sour apple cherry." I said, "Yes."
I'm picking at his choice and working my way through a piece of pumpkin pie as well. I'm petting a Boston Terrier named Alan, who's come to say hello in his end-of-season blue starred harness. The wind's swirling through the morning. I don't know. Things are good. I read something somewhere, something about writers. And I read Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar".
I think you just get out beyond the bullshit. All these pointers and tips. All these tools. All these good ideas and suggestions. The books have to get written. The passwords have to get to the website designer, which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Of course I have no idea where to change the settings. Seek and ye shall find, I guess.
I'm picking at his choice and working my way through a piece of pumpkin pie as well. I'm petting a Boston Terrier named Alan, who's come to say hello in his end-of-season blue starred harness. The wind's swirling through the morning. I don't know. Things are good. I read something somewhere, something about writers. And I read Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar".
I think you just get out beyond the bullshit. All these pointers and tips. All these tools. All these good ideas and suggestions. The books have to get written. The passwords have to get to the website designer, which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Of course I have no idea where to change the settings. Seek and ye shall find, I guess.
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