purplesamurai
I sit on the floor, cross my legs like an indian. This insipid woman, insisting on teaching me addition. I learned how to add when I was 3, you vile cow! The state of public schools now a days makes me sick.
He watched the little dog run around in circles. It was trying so hard to jump the ramps and fences, but it just kept tripping over its ears. He made a mental note: basset hounds do not make good agility dogs.
"It's a gift," she said defensively. I looked at her, standing there nervously in her red wool dress and the white daisy in her outstretched hand and she looked so small. The wind blew cold all around us, but still I did not take the gift from her.
Listen. I am right here, where I have always been. I am yours to use. I am you. Unleash me.
It pleased her to see the bright pinpoints of light through the fragrant evergreen in their living room. It almost made her believe that they were a family again. Almost.
I'd forgotten my keys. Again. I just stood there, staring impotently at the front door. Then, after briefly musing on the possiblity of surgically attaching my house keys to my hip, I rolled up my sleeves and began climbing to the second story window.
I've been so driven for so long now, always being pulled forward by some invisible string, tugging at my navel, forcing me through all the knee-deep shit, and the occasional flower field. So, what jackass decided to cut it loose?...
Didn't I already do this one?...oh wait, I added destiny to the word "crossed"...hmmm...dammit, I'm not drunk enough for this to work...fuck it, I'm going to bed.
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