By the Griffith Park Observatory, I thought to raise the question of eraseables. Just a regular friday, except all the ingrown hairs were out. Waking up on a bench at great heights. Hello city. Hello eraser. I check all my buttons and snaps. Wake up on a bench and reach out for the pillow. Hold it close until it gets absorbed into my heart. What a soft heart you have. What sturdy legs. What sturdy arms. What a shiny locker. What a tinted glass.
