Waffle House

11/29

I leave civilization for the wilds of the Greyhound bus system. And I just realized how tragically comedic it would be to die in a bus accident. So terribly funny.

I can't see in here at all. Tomorrow or later on, with light, I need to write a poem about two people who are in love - one is a puddle and one is a brick wall. Together they're mud and weaker than apart.



doodle of a bus flower. i can't actually doodle on here, can i.