Fear

Hello USA.

A poem of question, that offers nothing.
Where nothing is the answer, and we all want everything.
Cluttered.
but maybe living off immediate gratification speaks truths louder than anything.


I miss a friend. He is lost somewhere in Omaha. Somewhere in the middle'of America.
I am overly emotional about it.

And I know the answers, but I wait- and for what?

Trying Helmets and Timing. Timing has been challenging.

among others...

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Somewhere in my memory...

Home Alone gave me this:

Clothing Industry.

Recently I found an old sweater and as sharp as I am in thinking in terms of innovation: I fashioned Erin some classic leggings and upon further assessment coincidentally I realized I also made her a new vest.

Below Erin chose to elegantly model my design(s):
Yeah. Hip. So flippin' hip.

Charlie Pantalones Preps for the Holiday Season and Family Dinner and Extraordinary Desserts

Did I mention I have the greatest sister ever?