I was thinking today about how some things wear out much faster than others. Like erasers wearing out before the pencil does. Like my patience before Dylan falls asleep. Like my left shoes before the right ones. Lopsided wear is wierd. The word wierd is wierd. Or weird.
I'm having a day where I'm much more shallow than I want to be. As I can't seem to stop, I'll just do a moment by moment life synopsis. My hair is reddishly long, my sunburned nose is healing and I'm currently listening to bubble-gum poppy music. I'm also wearing vaguely kakhi-type pants and I have my dorky glasses on. For gods' sake I even drank several pints of hard berry cider at the bar this evening. I need some stout and I need to think long and hard about something more substantial than whether my left arm is more flexible than my right...it is.
An Erinku:
vague discontent
can be traced
to little kitty marks
down my calves
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