Daily Report Number 19
Bob like cheese. Bob eat cheese. Yum! Bob’s tummy very happy. The
coffee is cold. You sit there and write nothing. But continually type and smile
your weird little smile. Bob wake up each day. At least twice. Your thoughts
seem so much better when you can’t see them. Bob drive car. Zoom! The car go
very fast. Whee! Bob happy. Now, hopefully awake. Go Bob! Vroom! Vroom! Love’s
a labor. An act, a new creation you rationalize to withhold yourself from. Bob
sad. The car not like cheese. Tomorrow will be here soon and then you can live
life. Bob shoot the car. Bang! Bad Bob.
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