Sometimes you just don't feel like writing, you know??
I passed a face down card on the street today, and for a minute i wanted to pick it up, to confirm my hunch that it was an ace of spades... perhaps there's an elaborate game of "murder wink" and you don't get in until you pick up a card lying on the sidewalk. Or maybe if you pick up the card, you receive the curse of an old gypsy. These scenarios flitted through my head and i carefully stepped over it, just in case.
11:24 a.m. - 2002-07-17
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