it's beginning to get pretty. i get to see wispy little mistlets that could also be smoke, the air seems a little bit nicer, there's shakin' stevens singing give me your heart tonight and life is such a beautiful toy to have.
Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.