SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26th, 2013
On some days I feel her warm breath, on others her cutting teeth. She is a blessing, a curse, a prowling lioness watching my every move...and if I continue writing like this, today's Jazz Hands will sound like a Meatloaf song.
Besides, likening time to hungry predators is more of a Sunday thing. As for now, I'm focused on today's specific method of deployment...no matter what version I choose, they will inspire awe. They would inspire awe if I chose to deploy them in the company of others, which I will not...but still...awe inspiring Jazz Hands for an audience of me.
Today's Jazz Hands are glad they went back to live this day. Skipping it would have been a tragedy.
Day two-hundred and ninety-nine complete.
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