a diary of thought.
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carrying a box through washington square park and inside is a pigeon that can't fly, some antibiotic and some birdseed. her name is Broadway because that's where they found her last night. she's scared to bits but when i make pigeon sounds she cranes her neck and looks amused. i have the feeling i am going to turn into one of those old ladies everyone calls a "crazy old lady." who cares. |