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Happy

I rented a bunch
of movies that I
interject with
comments. Otto,
who generally hates
when I do this,
came home buzzed
from cheesecake.
What’s the bottom
line? Please let it
be less than rock
bottom, which I
thought I hit
yesterday,
and then today,
but now I’m pretty
sure it’s left to
somewhere in the
future. Like, perhaps,
tomorrow.

My biscuits
were burning this
morning. It made me
too upset; I mean I 

was livid. The subject
of my argument,
leaning on mere
words (slipware ...
syrinx ... ramify ...),
is in my humble
opinion, utterly
unimportant. So
we split up
into branches
or constituent
parts.

Clouds
are always best
imaginatively
described. They
encourage this.
Today, they are
wooden and
wonder where
I might have gone.