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I’m a vampire of other people’s emotions.
                                                 —Tim Dlugos

He’s getting his
eyes examined
next door. Otto can 

never see what 

is (clearly) right 

in front of him. Or
else he forgot it
was there. Or it’s

just a bother to
try.... I’m at
the hippest
Starbucks ever

sipping a hot
cocoa. This is
where I wrote
“Love Poem

(Tentative
Title).” An
odd thing
to remember.

Back then it was
Torrefazzione. It
is a chilly day in
San Francisco.

They’re even
talking snow(!)
upon the hills,
the 48 named hills.

Everything looks
pretty now. I do
wish Ultravision 

were here to see it.