Everything must be right
No onions on the steak tacos
And the bar is out of coffee
I’ve got to remember to tell someone
We don’t want to drink tea anymore
The service belt around my waist makes me look like I should be taking tickets at the state fair
Late summer
Top of the Ferris wheel
Being pushed against the wall by the spinning gravity ride
Abba still plays
The wet rag makes my hands smell like wet rag
No one’s cried in here in awhile
I almost did spilling the dumb hot tea
I always cry on vacation and my birthday
Born behind the bar
It was kind of a mess
The Pernod helped
Woman on the furthest barstool says she sleeps next to a man that’s mean to her.
The coffee eventually comes from 7/11
The pain in my side makes the gravity ride go off kilter
It’s my appendix
Or my liver
Or an ovarian cyst
Or a hole in my ascending colon wall
The swaying helps
I want to lay under the piano again
Hi,
Is that photo of flowers (I’m so detailed) the beginning of the newest wilco album?
Thanks,
S
I love it... Thanks for sharing 🤩