it’s not always that the imagination is fully fueled, in a high gear, and cruising. sometimes, it’s idling in the parking lot, waiting for Godot.
man and superman, good and evil, god and creation, all in a paper back, waiting for the sun to rise, then off to the dumpster.
cheeseburgers at midnight and what do you do with a drunken sailor.
someone's mind is somewhere, someone’s thoughts are sometimes a little behind it but it’s survivable
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