Six Word O’clock

One ticket or two? Just one…

Cat novelist writes. Egtekn873………absahog; 02shfxcmsl.

Then what happens? No spoilers please.

Beer with friends or whiskey alone.

Inspiration arrives unannounced then Irish goodbye.

Nature is beauty, mud and bugs.

In love, don’t fuck it up.

How did you do that? Oh.

Money isn’t happiness. Neither is poverty.

Dwell on the past, diminish present.

Kindness will alter, in ways unknown.

A quiet house, calm and creepy.

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