Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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Woke up extremely late today... partly because I made a kinkos run at like 11:00. That was annoying because I was just over there like two hours earlier at caribou with emily and chris talking about life. Emily seems to be doing good and pulling some good hours at the bank she was at last year. Chris got a job at the factory again. He will begin working there next week. Overall, just a nice long convo over hot drinks.

And then there is today. As stated, woke up late. I didn't even apologize for coming in late. Went straight to work in kennels and finished what was left over. Went outside and trimmed weeds with weed wacker that decided to work today, blew the grass on the curb back to the grass with the weed blower, then mowed up the grass that had been blown with the tractor. That didn't take long. Although it may seem like it. Filled up the bird feeders for the birds and man... is suet some nasty stuff. I think I handled it before and said the same thing like.. i will never touch this again. I agree with the last time I touched it. Its gloves next time for that crap. I then fertilized some apple trees and picked up left over dog crap up front. After all this fun jazz, did kennels with steve and then it was home to forget about buffy. I thought I wouldn't care because it would be and older episode like the last three nights... but nooooo... it was one I hadn't seen so I missed like 30 mins of it. Damnit. Anyways, watched that. Ate some food. Now im here and my dad wants me to work on painting when I really just want to see a movie with chris... or do something outside of caribou.

And that brings me to the john crisis. Now I've been known to talk of cloning myself and creating a whole new race for the world... one of intelligence and good looks... but I didn't think it would happen under my own supervision. Apparently there are hybrids of me *two that I know of* out in the world. One, John Clappier of Tokyo, rides motorcycles around the mountain bluffs and rates the motorcycle performance. Another more laid back John Clappier exists in the cheese state, in a tech school. Apparently he is my distant relative so says my grandma. I think he is just an experiment gone wrong. whatever the case. The end has begun and I have not even known it. What the hell am I going to do...

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