the prize cover ... why haven't i got my issue yet?!
these last few days have been a sweater-heavy, heat-dish pillowthon with yo la tengo quietly blasting away. too many cozy dinners, crooning show-tunes from 'newsies,' ringo wrestling-in deep this winter season, i am just about ready to puff up and go into hibernation. almost like we're snowed in, not with snow but with stupid distances and things i can't do yet, so what do we have left but to imagine fabrics for future dresses, catch up to albums made in 1995, read sacred texts, scribble plot-lines, and sink into sleep?
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