My little black book in my pocket doesn't have past girlfriends' numbers. It is full of notes and thoughts, random bits of conversation, an image here, a chunk of nerdy science here. Enjoy my madness...
The snow had frozen into glimmering crystals on each blade of tall grass.
A thin layer of snow had slid off the roof of the car and curled when it touched the hood. It billowed and curved into delicate spirals like the fragile icing on a wedding cake.
Mark the Fish Doctor.
If you pee in the right spot it turns the water into a yellow heart.
Belly button lint is full of magical potential.
Desert of a Thousand Fingerprints. Lines that were drawn in the sand have long ago turned to stone.
You know the girl. Built like me. I bet she could charge up Igor...
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