If today were yesterday and tomorrow were today,
there is no need to despair
for the promise of sunset
shall be fulfilled
sleep shall bring to reality
all the fantasies that Dr. Seuss sees
from the other end of the telescope.

It must be sufficient to fuel
the zest
to try again should tomorrow
becomes today.

To try what again?

Why, LIFE, what else?

A crippled author under the mercy of his deranged supposed number one fan swallows Novril to watch the tide rise and drown the pilings, even for six hours.

It would be a shame if we don't ourselves.

I still have Mr. Sniffles.

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*.* as if! @ 12:31:00 PM • • RBJ