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Hand-feeding Hardee’s receipts into the car-wash vacuum. Welp, that's me: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:efdtjcx67l6vpztu7muhp64s/feed/aaad25mf6clts Not Astrology: https://thecontributor.org/tag/hoboscopes/

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I made you a lint golom from the bits of black t-shirt that get stuck in the sweaty folds gathering rapidly beneath my chin. But what did you ever make me, Kevin? Other than sad, I mean.

A Taco Bell drive-thru menu stands alone on a barren hill. A crowd gathers. Quiet. Waiting. Some sway & squint, wiping sweat from foreheads & necks. Others, exhausted, sit smiling on dry, patchy grass. A warm voice crackles from the speaker: “The Baja first shall be Baja Blast.”

My cat got diagnosed with a condition called “megacolon” which requires motility medication, daily laxatives, and occasional enemas. But it’s all worth it if I aggressively mispronounce it “M’Jaclyn” whenever we go to the vet. It’s a lovely name, really.

You see a helicopter and feel a little jealous because mom said those are little sky diners where obedient children eat pancakes with angels, but now you’re grown and still believe in trading math facts for alley forts and prank calls and imagined best kisses; files full of helicopter recipes.