Feet propped, grades reviewed from the eighth floor view and it's all eh's from here. wait on roomed service and i'm settling in from a no rental car business trip from beyond. fly in. two hour meeting. fly out. huzzah to the hustle and bustle and flow.
john edwards blows hilary a kiss of death while obama scowls and grows grey hairs. debate debacle vs. my nano kitty and art history. i'm cold. wrapped up in a scarf, in blankets, in socks, in slippers with skulls, but i won't turn the heat on... i don't get this kind of chill down south, i'll trade you a biting for the sun scratch any day...
I understand the corporate laptops now. I can't type without randomly losing the page, and my thoughts keep going back to my too full mailbox and those damnable reminders that i need to lose some file space and wouldn't you know it there's a cob web dancing above my light bulb. it's illuminated only when i light up, pretending there is a choice in the matter really when a secret smile slips in and it's all about those memories, and yeah... i'll embrace a shrink up in the time between and when the green comes will you play footie? will you ride faster? will you look for the birds to come back from the southern climes?
have new colours to paint with to paint on.. to skin slip?
knock knock it says...time for minature bottles and cloth napkins...
i loved the orange and there are koi by the glass elevator..
home away from.. for now..
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