Extinguished candle smoke rising above the toilet as I'm peeing and seeing that the B-complex vitamin has definitely dissolved. The bathroom is cold because earlier I opened the window in the shower a few inches. The sounds outside, the cold, the smell of candle & smoke, the water splashing... I remember a bathroom in San Francisco from 1999 that was more like an outhouse in this Victorian home. Hard wood floors, creeking, a candy dish on a coffee table, a gay couple--visitors, much like myself; one is a psychologist and talks explains that antibiotics and ecstasy would have no interaction and that they only used ecstasy maybe once or twice a year and kept it in their underwear droor.
This memory swept into my head because of the bathroom temperature. I leave the bathroom and think that a cold pepsi would taste good and that I should write about this.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
