Them - Again - It’s all over now, baby blue
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some people are better than blankets, and some blankets are better people. —- i think i just made that up, at least I have been saying that to myself over the last few weeks. it’s true. Let me own that. I’ll throw one of these up for it ™, or these ©, or whatever. But it is undoubtedly something i think about. As silly as it sounds, it’s fucking true. Not sure if it has to do with pheromones, skin texture, personal energy, body odor, global warming temperature shifts that make their way into the bedroom at the right or wrong moment alongside the right or wrong person, gas forced heat versus radiator heat, being allergic dairy, being a daydreamer, or just the fact that some people don’t know how to be blankets. It’s not a deal breaker. well it’s pretty fucking close. Blankets aren’t demanding and there are so many kinds. Either way it’s getting cold out, and getting cold inside. I’ve misplaced my blanket and it made me think of other blankets. Like the one I used fight for when I was a kid. Or the one I fought for not too long ago. Or the one she left behind. Or the one I left on the road. It was my favorite blanket. She was my favorite blanket. It’s not as easy as going to bed, bath and beyond. they lack when it comes to beyond. and you can’t really test them out. And it drives me a little nuts to know others are with that blanket. but that’s just how it goes with blankets. you get what you pay, right?