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I've been fiddling mindlessly with a paperclip for the past three hours at work today. And when I say "I've been," I really mean that my left hand has been, as I absent-mindedly stare at the monitor, surfing the web. How fortuitous this word should arise.
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Board. Used to build. Building. English muffins. Ins and outs of my mind are not as inny and outie as one would think. Think about that for a moment. What does it bring to mind? What is "it"? I'm not entirely sure.
Stick on the ground. Sticky stickers. I'm sick of this sickness that's sticking like a licked lollypop tangled in my long brown hair. Words you say may or may not stick to me like glue, but how blue is the sky compared to those damn highlighters used to tear apart the poor grammar in the love letters I mail to you each day?
She's it. Yep. She's the one. The one? Yeah, the one.
I have one. You don't. I'm not sure what my one does. What would the one that you don't have do, if you had it?
One more step over one more muddy puddle across one more littered street.
I've lost my one.
Temperature? Laid two by two by four by the sea shore by the tall sky scraper covered in pigeon excrement, by the decrepit porch where as;lkdghlsjhbl.
Posse? Your abilitiies seriously lack when it comes to cutting down trees. Or cuting down me. Or cutting meat. Or cutting lines. Cut out the middle man. Some man you are. You are a true one. True, one possibility may approach you at some point in your life, but how long are you willing to wait? Wait, let me get this
I meant that five of you shouldn't have been there all at once.
But all at once five puddles erupted from between cracks in the pavement.
And five stones equal in weight and color appeared on your bathroom floor.
Where'd those five immense shapl
Bee, leave her alone! Quit bothering her with your buzzing, your fuzzy abdomen brushing against her smooth cheek. She's afraid of you. I don't know why. It's not your buzzing. Perhaps it's the possibility of you stinging her, raising a red bump on her soft skin. Please go away, but don't leave forever. Come visit me. I want