I ran into a street preacher today. I always wondered if they still yell and scream when no one is around and it turns out, they do. He was shouting at no one, no one but me, tellin' me the end is nigh. He spelt Yah-Weh wrong. Yay-Way.
The wind was so bad last week that it blew all these fake plastic flowers from the local cemetery into a ditch, floating atop a thick layer of mud and trash. I've been picking up plastic flowers on the side of the road for months, but never realized they blew over from headstones.
It's windy again today.
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