Today I was in the library working on some writing stuff when I saw a box sitting on the shelf. It was an old dirty shoebox held together by copious amounts of packing tape. There was nothing desirable about it at all except the sign on its side, which said, in large red letters:
This box is never to leave the library.
~I dedicate this Daily Dirt to all those lonely shoeboxes around the world. This one's for you, baby:
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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