radared

Kudos to the kid who told everyone about pulling a six inch centipede from his ear because if that happened to me I would have kept that miracle to myself

I’m cautious about the joy of encouragement. I know most prayers come from a potluck of smoke spells. The long funds and blind days of September. Be careful out there. In the radar, concentrated in the wind, toxic household products, cosmetics, and food. What I can remember about southern living is that everyone seemed to say some variation of box me up and mail me home when I die. I’d look away to wherever their eyes went, look for some hint of where they hid their home.