dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The last trudge until Tuesday As I crossed one of the bridges over a stalled Highway One at rush hour, I watched the routine evening migration of tens of thousands of crows and realized... there are never any traffic jams in the sky no matter how many birds are travelling up there. Also, I swear there's a Pterodactyl living in the wood storage building of Dick's Lumber on Gilmore. Birds on guard. CAA CAA RATTATTATTTATATATATA CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATATATATATA. It's the weirdest sounding thing.
In the pics=thousands of words dept.
Remember how you felt about your daughter? 12:20 a.m. - 21 May 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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