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Just to be precocious... sardonic
bitter.
The first words out of my mouth this afternoon were
"are you there god? Its me..."
I don't think god was amused.
Or there.
Probably busy getting someone a job, a date, a life, or smiting a teenage drama queen.
Such important work to be done.
I wonder how many scratch-off ticket conversions there have been in my life time.
As condoms, cigars and a defiantly lingering lighter fall from my upturned jeans.
Number...
surely I got a number in there.
Or a name, or a homepage...
something.
Nothing.
Just the same bits, scraps, receipts and gum wrappers.
That's hardly fair.
Did I make all those good times up in my head?
Was I really just drinking with the lights off and the shower on?
It'd explain the set of footprints smudged through that thick layer of dirt on the floor...
but not the second set leading to the ledge.
Maybe all this maudlin nonsense drove another one off.
Took a topple off the overlook?
Or am I just catching up to the inertia's haunt of my own spill.
All that knowledge, trivia and unwanted potential washed over the sidewalk
seeping like pink melon cracked on the kitchen floor...
Wouldn't that be nice?
