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pieces of march

pieces of march. picking it up and putting it together. it’s like my bloody simpsons photomosaic puzzle..it’s fun, frustrating, fulfilling, and everything all mixed together. that’s how march is right now. which is quickly coming to a close.

there was a bomb threat called into work today..nice thing is we were evacuated and got to leave early.

i don’t know what to call it…is it intuition or is it experience? what is it when you have a feeling about someone else’s life that’s going to turn out kind of rough…do you say something? you don’t want to meddle though..cuz it’s not your life..it’s not your say, not your duty, not your experience.

dah…pieces…picking up pieces.

maybe it’ll create some new abstract wonder of art. something that’ll blow the socks off santa’s mantle. is papa smurf santa btw? they look alike..they both carry sacks too.

oh so scattered brain.