- February 22nd, 2015
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It is Jacks birthday; a solemn work day ﬁlled with beer and jokes. A maybe collection of creation and criticism scatters across the rural landscape. The baptism of genuine penmanship begins as my ﬁngers mark the page with a tiny smudge. My ego ﬁlls the page in time as well; futility between the pulp. Jacob gets me. Page 1 comes to a meager ending as text gives way to a margin below.
Forty-Five Second Moleskine Jam:
Possibly scrutinized for a misuse of talent, or rather an inconsistent utilization of a
useful tool. Pot-roast was chuckling as we read and listened like no other usual
instance. Mustard Pretzels.