Semi-Daily Scribbles

Gray is a mainstay. Embrace stained fingers in the fight to keep the strands of truth covered up. Prepare to dance despite the snaggletoe and dizziness. Do mind the bones that scrape against bone and the sneak attack to the lower back. Everything tastes like chicken which is terrible for grapefruit growers. Last night's dream is more dear than reality. It's all memory in the end. And the eyes see what they can. Fifty paces have never been so hard to traverse.