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PAPER PURSUIT
The fresh dough felt
silky-smooth beneath
my fingertips
else kneaded with
bloody knuckles...
It was time for a nap
but I passed that up
because this job is
making me homocidal
Things Happen
I love the disquiet, frantic
I love the disquiet, frantic yet calculated rope swing from topic to topic mundane yet cavalier. Harmless yet sinister...Shit happens clearly, over making the dough. ironic placement of making a living, kneading/needing release from the curse of making bread... I'd hate to see the person if the dough didn't need kneading... but I resonate right now... being funked over at work as I feel currently really gives me the shits, I need the dough but I broke my hand already but I can still imagine a great knuckle sandwich right? What ever the case ill make it my year.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I enjoy your comments much
I enjoy your comments much too much, sincere... Your bounty of information in shared analysis is always a joy to strip ribbon. And though I don't show it with appropriately timely response, it is always also joyous to hear from you, SSTRANGER
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues