Chicago Notes: Kaleidoscope

I showered hot, stripped naked and walked to the flashing telly, threw my wet towel over its babbling happy face, and sat to drink a cold one and two and three.

I smiled, smiled at the amorphousness caused by my moist filter, my bit of effort thast changed everything the world was trying to sell me into accidental art.

I felt the fullness of the one, the two, the three, and I releived, I peed, and my pee smelled like peace, just something that happens sometimes when you know who and where and what you are.

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