December 28
Wind chimes in neighborhoods are rude. They may sound wonderful. They’re still rude. They woke me up; it’s just too much. It’s difficult for me to attempt to stop the wind. There is so little silence; silence really is preferable. At the very least neighbors should vote. I hear sea glass clanging, bronze, tin, glass, brass, stainless steel, even wood. Literally, somebody has a wind chime I covet. That tone is real for me; it’s perfect. And . . . that still doesn’t make it any the less rude.
That was a stream in my consciousness . . . read it really fast, that’s how I wrote it.
Laugh . . . that’s how I talk sometimes too.
Wind chimes in neighborhoods are rude. They may sound wonderful. They’re still rude. They woke me up; it’s just too much. It’s difficult for me to attempt to stop the wind. There is so little silence; silence really is preferable. At the very least neighbors should vote. I hear sea glass clanging, bronze, tin, glass, brass, stainless steel, even wood. Literally, somebody has a wind chime I covet. That tone is real for me; it’s perfect. And . . . that still doesn’t make it any the less rude.
That was a stream in my consciousness . . . read it really fast, that’s how I wrote it.
Laugh . . . that’s how I talk sometimes too.
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