a magma ball encased in stone, covered in damp moss and puddles of dew, does several clumsy pirouettes around a slow-motion explosion.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Unfortunately
I've been having trouble sleeping recently. As the day to my arival back home draw nearer, I begin to feel more and more nervous. That being said, I seem to have misplaced my I.D. My real one, not that I have a fake one, but I just had to clarify, because yeah. I don't know what I might have done with it, and I worry that without identification I might now be allowed onto the plane, not to mention, inside the microwave. Sad right?!
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