01.18.22: Prompt: Topics - SANDMAN TUESDAY LAWLESS |
| Random fate Come, Mister Sandman, sprinkle some dust; I am not weary, but slumber I must. The cares of this world have wound me up tight and I cannot sleep, though it's well into night. I labor all day, truly fearsome travail; the tasks are too great - I cannot prevail. Like millions of others, I purchase my fate and trust those six numbers despair to abate. Prompt Note ▶︎ |