Gross Conceptual Error.

My brother introduced me to the idea of the G.C.E. / Gross Conceptual Error, years ago. No, you are not a bird. Funny thing, the birds won’t go to this feeder now. They are going only to Amber’s, which she relocated to this tree just yesterday

’cause I like purple …

another dream passes (the third).

Sunday morning downtown. So empty. But Amber’s art wakes me.