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[browneyelullaby]

it was quite tragic really. it sat there, all used and sad. It was this little rubber glove. It had been used, i could tell. It was inside out for the most part. Taken off in the way we had been taught in first aid. There was no visible signs that it had been used. No blood or obvious acid chemicals or anything. It just sat there, lonely, in the middle of the bathroom stall floor. I carefully stepped over it, making sure not to disturb its grave. I wonder why it had been used. Did someone just want to try it on, then decided how silly it was to be in the restroom with a rubber glove on and took it off. Or maybe there had been something they flushed, and after they drop the object down the toilet, they got rid of the glove. I sat there, pissing, staring at this glove. maybe im thinking about this too hard. Maybe it just fell out of someone's bag. Maybe i should just concentrate on getting out of the restroom instead of on this glove. Or perhaps, it was used for something just awful. Like a murder! or, something naughty... dear lord. I am just glad i saw it, before i might have stepped on it, not only would i be disturbing the poor little thing, but i might get something unwanted on the buttom of my shoe. which is actually a funny thought. i wear shoes to keep unwanted things off my heels, and now i am worried about what is going on the bottom of my shoe. Really, we do care, as people, we dont want certain things to get on our shoes. we go out of our way not to step in some things, which is the reason we got shoes in the first place. so we could run about not having to worry about what we step in. instead we walk around the mud puddle not to get our leather shoes dirty. has the purpose of shoes changed. no longer is it to make life easier, go ahead and walk through that dog shit, it just your boots... but now, its all about style. people wear shoes to complete the outfit. my cocktail dress just is NOT complete with out those four hundred pumps that i will only wear with this one dress, that arent even comfortable. what the hell, shoes are for comfort, to protect my bare foot from prickles in the wild.
Wow, see where my mind goes when i dont have the restraints from a teacher, no finding a dead body in the trunk shit for me. Its a relief, but at the same time, im about an inch away from panic. let my mind wander free, its a crazy thing to do. things could come out in the open, not like they arent already.