i've yet to shower, yet to speak a word. it's what happens when you live alone, you forget you have vocal chords...
it's afternoon now, and the day is showing off it's gorgeous sunshiney dress, people walking in and out of the produce place, poor carrots and string beans, they'll be steaming soon enough...
and the day is progressing to eventually take off her dress, a navy blue night slip will show, earlier than i think or expect...
and what have i done today, or even yesterday? called mom, spoke to sis, studied for a final exam... meditated on how mixers will live on to smear life's pretty picture window with their own foul dung...it's always easier to spot them, when they raise their smelly hands...
if there was no race to be the best, their wouldn't be such outrageousness, get rid of the top ten...