| Balding Sea Birds, Scrambled Eggs, and Apocolypse
break me down an hourly schedule of your day.
you could do all 24 hours, but i'm going to say doing the important hours is more.. important.
the internet is pretty rad that way, i mean, i can learn all about what the day in the life is like for someone across the state, across the nation, or across the world.
sharing is caring. and i also just read "The Strawberry Statement" and much of it is written in a form such as this.
7:00am -- i wake up, coldish, wearing my 'imagine' sweatshirt and un-pants. desiring most to go back to sleep, but know i have commitments.
8:00am -- out of nars eyeshadow called cosmic, i crawl into the car and drive a very senic forest route to santa cruz.
9:00am -- feed parking meter, eat scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast beachside.
10:00am -- walk under the pier, and notice many of the birds have what appears to be male pattern feather baldness, and that at the east end of the beach are some groovy shells
11:00am -- groove to the beach boys in car, grab a soy latte at Great Bear Coffee Co. head an equally senic forest drive over to work, where i get dozens upon dozens of excited hugs from excited children.
4:00pm -- deposit my $820 paycheck, realize life sucks when you never have money, but that hugs are worth more to me. look at the sky and see a strange haze over everything, and that the sun has two rings round it, which look eerie. i figure the horsemen are coming, and that's okay, because i'm good with horses, and things that have been spit up from the belly of hell.
5:07pm -- finish this thread
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