Posted: April 26, 2012 in otiose

I’m waiting for May so that I can ask you questions you put into the back of my mind late last year.
I told you I’d wait.

I spend a lot of time waiting, but this time hasn’t been idle.

My factory warranty is about to expire, and the sky has turned dark with rain.
In half an hour, I must leave my room.

For a mid-day social visit…with an intellectual snob.

The cacti seeds are sprouting.


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