The Museum

Wow, weird things are happening in my neighborhood. There are people walking around wearing my clothes.

My wife says to me you can’t wear that in public, but there’s someone out in public wearing my clothes

There’s a guy on the picnic bench and another girl reading the books. I just read.

I didn’t realize how many people were into John Irving and Wally Lamb

Please come to the Goodwill in Salmon Creek as it is my own personal museum. I am purging and got rid of plenty of clothing, books, toys, and various knickknacks.

I forgot I donated a bunch of paintings and darn that one there is a woman painting over in what looks like a watercolor in the rain.

Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came

Simply to get an elephant hat.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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