My Diary: The Empty Water Tank

I was standing on a sabre tooth tiger’s back in the Mid-American tar pits,‭ ‬feeling depressed as a traction engine rolled over my hypothetical soul‭ ‬-‭ ‬which I keep in it’s Sunday best clothes.‭ ‬Despite the old man clinging to my shoulders on the wrong side of the river I managed to tend the flock of sheep plants in their Alpine chill.‭ ‬I then went to a deserted desert to stir the ashes of my dream ancestors.

The Empty Water Tank

The Empty Water Tank

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