*missed it again. Posted hella late on June 8th.*
Storm clouds brew
And the sky is dropping some rain
The garden won't plant itself
But damn it
If mother nature keeps doing what she's doing
The day is wasted
And if that happens
Holy shit
We'll talk about all the stuff we should be doing
And curse ourselves out
For doing nothing
It's like
We can't sit still
Because in doing so
We'll rust up
Cease up
Never move again
So we have to keep moving
Keep busy
Add more to the neverending list
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
