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Waiter. There is a knot of spaghetti in my pasta. You’re exactly right, there indeed is. Can I have it sent back? For? The knot. I don’t see a problem with it, sir. Pasta is not supposed to be knotted. While that it is true, it is only one noodle of many. And besides, it’s … Continue reading
There is a trumpet that I used to know how to play. I would get up and pick it up and it would sing notes that were up too. I was younger then, most certainly younger than I was now, Or at least young enough to fiddle around until I tired or it did … Continue reading
Inspired from a friend: http://www.thesil.ca/life-lessons-from-a-mouse * There’s a mouse dying in my floorboard And I can hear it in between the wood and cement It is only a temporary problem Scratching, scrawling, wailing and hoping someone can hear it I can And I do And I sit here and type this And I think about … Continue reading
It was late It’s always late But it was late again tonight And I was out I’m always out But I was out again tonight She was there She’s always there But she was there again tonight I wanted to say something I always want to say something But I didn’t say something again tonight.
I was a candle before you burnt me I smelled of pine Evidence a whole forest was found in my wick A whole country in my wax I was a window without a frame That you could look out upon Stare and wonder and get drunk off the stars I was a closet with no clothes … Continue reading
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