I put in a form, and I'm lazy and lonely. This is high art. Too lazy to write, screen test, cockroach. A quick entry. A meditation on the Holy Grail.
Mastery is essential.
The mail gods are frowning. I wonder about il moro santo de San Fredello. A thank you, and a few pictures of drunks. The rest of my shitty day, confusion, and a correction. Just makes me wonder if there's a point.