06-24-2020, 10:11 AM
Monday. The second full day of summer, in the northern hemisphere, I wrote an essay called U. S. Politics.
It's an essay. An attempt.
A run in with myself.
If you don't want to read it, think about that now. I'm going to post it Friday.
I've already written it. Laura, and Amber, if you're truly masters of the temple like you say.
So what I say Friday has nothing to do with what I say Friday. Because I said it now. Actually, earlier.
'Actually.' Your favorite word, Sydney. Amber. Willow, formally, Tiffany.
It's an essay. An attempt.
A run in with myself.
If you don't want to read it, think about that now. I'm going to post it Friday.
I've already written it. Laura, and Amber, if you're truly masters of the temple like you say.
So what I say Friday has nothing to do with what I say Friday. Because I said it now. Actually, earlier.
'Actually.' Your favorite word, Sydney. Amber. Willow, formally, Tiffany.