repetition

I don't know why I keep writing about looking at things outdoors. I think there must be something in California's allergens that turn ordinary people into metaphor-hungry, spirituality-starved hippie melancholics. I am taking antihistimines both to combat the insomnia and the spirit of the Sixties. They work against neither!

You know what I realized? I love people who love people who love language. My current campaign to win my partner back focuses on snowing her under with verbiage, via talks, texts, emails, chats, and if all goes well, logorrhea to an uninterested clinician, by the doctrine of transferred intent, said the hero in this story. Fish fish fish fish fish. It's a dogs dogs dog eat dogs dogs dog world.