IT GOT COLD AGAIN
I had successfully established the little ones as a fixture in space/
Americans and New Yorkerers kept asking how many I sold per day, whether business was good, how much the materials cost, how much, how much, how much
instead of yelling at them I'd just inflate the numbers
usually about threefold, which had been what I'd needed in the first place
the laser sat cold next to my side of the bed
I had neither devised a means by which to keep it from melting everything in the light nor consulted anyone on how I might achieve such a thing without running an extension cord across two avenues
or into the building
the big tray propped against the wall, waiting
haunting me in the night as I kicked it on the way to the bathroom
again
my busted Красногорск gathered dust
the football needed a new fresnel but I'd just shot 75 pages whilst guessing focus
the results varied
another Englishperson asked whether I took card,
not really, have you got revolut or paypal?
then flew these five across the ocean
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