Would V. Thomas Close His Own Bridge?

Last night I pulled my phone out to take a photo of the green bridge

last night I saw a black cat near a stop sign

I felt the sort of feeling you sometimes get wondering if this time is the one on the freeway

stop signs and freeways don’t mix

neither does too much lemon juice in green tea

but it could

says the public safety commissioner

when they don’t want me safe

want me working

on maintaining their income(s)

the outcomes of my incomes

I’m annoyed by them is all.

Had my location shared the night through

some form of bliss in knowing I got to choose

at least one person who is spying on me,

used to figure I wasn’t interesting enough

now they have machines

who don’t have “interests”.

Finally parked

had thoughts

“how to age like eastern churches”

soul was established 2003

with a brain still clearly in the fermentation period.

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