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Stealing can't be very nice; it never is.
I can remember my brother stealing a pack of gum at the store, this being the early 80's, and my parents pretty much damning him to hell for doing so. Stealing..well, it can't be very nice.
Walking the aisles of forever-lost grocers, baby-like sunglasses worn and understood at 3 in the morning.
It's amazing what you can witness, even if it's just from looking out your bedroom window; those so beyond sanity they talk to the air not unlike those in the catholic church reciting to the cross dozens of feet up the walkway used dozens of times at the climax of matrimony.
The winter has subsided, and I thank whoever is thankable. The southern ones are far less crippling on my aging hands, thats for sure, as I welcome myself back to the alter ego.
I can remember my brother stealing a pack of gum at the store, this being the early 80's, and my parents pretty much damning him to hell for doing so. Stealing..well, it can't be very nice.
Walking the aisles of forever-lost grocers, baby-like sunglasses worn and understood at 3 in the morning.
It's amazing what you can witness, even if it's just from looking out your bedroom window; those so beyond sanity they talk to the air not unlike those in the catholic church reciting to the cross dozens of feet up the walkway used dozens of times at the climax of matrimony.
The winter has subsided, and I thank whoever is thankable. The southern ones are far less crippling on my aging hands, thats for sure, as I welcome myself back to the alter ego.