aged grapefruits

haven't been here in a while...the calm of winter has blanketed my mind and i like this temporary nap. The laundromat ate a pouch of quarters that i found in my car, sunnyside up serendips i guess. I chose a magazine over a book, one that i should have started at the starting line of my break. But some John Browns polluted my lobes with talk of business plans and property equity so i chose to read in amongst the drowning hum of dryers in mechanic harmony. It was amusing to see the aristocrats vulturing around as i was taking my pants out...so i passionately scratched and sniffed the scent of fabric softner on my favorite johns and indulged...thus underestimating the muscles of fabric softner. My pants are beat down...boo...but i have a friend that'll patchem up in no time...excited..but scared it might turn into an art project and have pink all over...whatever. I developed a fondness for long trips to nowhere with no intention and no time to perry with. I also found that distance from the internet is what people like me need, i'm turning into a fucking robot...like binary blood. But given this, i appreciate technology and it's capability