Yes, my heart is full of flowers.
Yes, I slip on the ice sometimes too.
You direct but I don't listen very well.
Cars crawl slowly along the interstate going who knows where.
We dream we do.
We like this sentence better than the one we haven't written.
One says yet.
Are you enjoying this process of creation?
I only exist this way because you want and need me to.
It wasn't Bob Dylan but Rimbaud who said I is another.
The longing for opium dens intensifies.
She owes me mail.
I love mail!
Hamburgers are beef patties and raisins are dried grapes.
You have large eyes that somehow make sense to me, as if . . .
Oh lacunae how I love thee!
The teacher misquoted Macbeth and nobody caught on.
Some students just don't want to learn and what can you do?
Chickens hate snow.
My heart overflows with peonies and gardenias.
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