Aesop Missed the Point
Let's hang wallflowers from the ceiling in the dressing room (secretly). She was hot and I was cold, that about sums it up. The whole world was taken apart in about two hours. Awoke two hours early thinking five minutes late and dressed hurriedly, absentmindedly. Realized my mistake and that came without humorous afterthoughts. Crawled back into bed (sweating) only to think two hours later hat it wasn't really worth it. Left me messages, that was a good thing. Always leave me messages. I don't care if you don't have anything to tell me (you do and you just don't know it) look harder. It was colder on the linoleum than it was on the pavement, but it didn't surprise me much. All I've been doing is listening to The Beatles and reading Middlesex and Baker. My procrastination failsafe is no longer perfect, so watch out. Tell me stories if you want to. As long as they're real and honest I don't care what they are about. The first person to leave me a story here wins something. The second person wins a dollar. It doesn't have to have a moral or a happy ending or an ending at all. Think (don't) about it. I told her to brace herself, but neither of us really knew what that meant. Holding each other with the honest curious passion of children. I spent so many afternoons in that same corner. We never spoke about it, but I guess it doesn't matter. It died a long time ago. I'm not sad about it, it just happened that way. It started to rain and it's a beautiful dark blue and dark green mixed together (what color does that make/don't tell me. Everything green looks better in the rain. I need to start climbing trees around here. I'm borrowing your color emotions, I don't think you'll mind. That's it.
Remember the stories.
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Remember the stories.
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