Three-of-Swords
I took my young son down to the beach today. He looked in amazement and the sea, the waves, the sand. All of it. He found a shell. He stared at It with fascination. "Bop" he said. "What animal did this come from." I said that I didn't know. "He want's his home back." He tossed the shell towards the waves. His toddler throw didn't quite make it. So I picked it up....and threw the small home back into the sea.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy brown dog. Startled, the dog snapped, only to feel the air trailing the fox's tail. The chase was on. Yips, and yowls, the gnashing of teeth that the muted thunder of padded feet.
They say the traditional way to have a relationship is to acquiesce to all their demands. Just give in. Believe what they want you to belive. But what does that mean to your true thoughts? What does that mean to who you are?
Why do some of us have so many shoes? I'm a guy. I shouldn't have so many shoes...What am I writing, I can do better.
Her shoes scattered across the bedroom floor. Countless girls' nights and tinder dates come to mind as she watched them bounce and tumble, like so many pebbles rolling down into a ditch. He scared her when he was like this....really she was scared all the time. She stopped really knowing if it was him who scared her, or if she was just always scared.
Grease stains criss crossed my apron like i'll defined grill marks. Sweat poured from my brow in the sweltering summer time kitchen. It took suite a lot of effort to not have it drip in the frialator, where they would sputter and cause small spittles of grease to burn my fore arms. This is not the situation i thought i'd be in when I received the opportunity of a lifetime.
Oh well there is a topic i don't love. I date...Sometimes.....Sometimes I'm serious...sometimes I'm not. In the bast few years I have had things that could have gone really really well....but they didn't. I thought they just weren't meant to be...But then I sometimes think I submarined it. Do I sabotage myself? why would I do that? I want a relationship so bad....at least I think I do.
Fries up!
My boss shouted over the din of tourists, bikers and young people looking for trouble or fun or both. It was bike week in Laconia, New Hampshire. A mass of people clamored for greasy food at our concession stand. One of many that sat, surrounded by this sea of humanities, like plywood buoys in the rough northern seas. I filled up the fryolators with some more fresh cut fries. I looked up while wiping sweat off my brow. I heard a laugh that pierced through the rest of the cacophony. I turned to the sound and I saw her. And my life changed.
The climate changes everytime I step outside. I'm not talking about the weather, I'm talking about the experience of my life. The flow of humanity is new every time I pass the threshold of my door. People, stories, lives, hidden tragedies, all flow pass my eyes. I skip the next track on my music, and pass it all by.
"In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine..." The song crooned out of a small turn dial tv sitting in the corner of the filthy, blood stained apartment. Jeremiah looked at the TV and saw a blond singer with an acoustic guitar sitting on a stool. He looked like he needed a shower. Jeremiah didn't know who the singer was was, but he didn't like him. He sneered at the TV before he shot two 9mm rounds into it.
My armor is now weak. Rusted, broken, and full of weak points. But I wear it still. There is more to it than just physical defense. It is a symbol. A symbol of my defiance to your actions. It is my shield against the hostile universe, not matter what blows it can absorb or not.
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