Lonely Dinosaur

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Bad. I don't have any other words yet. This is so bad.

Small Tyrannosaurus: I'm a person, maybe one who writes a blog. I was born within spitting distance of the Gateway Arch, provided you're skilled at spitting for distance. I grew most of the way up, moved to the big city, stayed until a cold wind picked me up and dumped me in between the mountains and the ocean in America's very first colony. Now I spend my days throwing baseballs and running alongside bicycles, alternating between an itchy restlessness and hibernation. Update: who lives in an attic right by the sea? I do.

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