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The sky has called in sick.
The clouds (grey) hesitate. Watch:
they float, crawl, dawdle.
Nearly as many NOs as DAYs.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
364-58
The sky has called in sick.
The clouds (grey) hesitate. Watch:
they float, crawl, dawdle.
Nearly as many NOs as DAYs.
I art and eat and draw and sleep and cry and rhyme. I consume too much pizza and—by all rights—should be dead, but I haven't gotten around to it. Procrastination saved my life. View more posts
