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people are strange.
walking to work this morning, a middle-aged man was crouched by some shrubs with two precious puppies, shifty-eyes looking all around him. it was like a trap waiting to snap; he gave me the total creeps.
stepping into the elevator, someone took their bright orange lipstick and tagged all over the metal walls. it was nonsensical and also smelled kind of funny, like sour milk and feet.
there's a large movement in asheville of folks who believe in barefoot living, and they protest when business owners won't allow them into their establishments. what's so freeing about walking on dirty pavement and chewed gum? if the streets were lush with cushy, green grass, i'd understand, but please.
i'm a bit cynical today, sorry.
walking to work this morning, a middle-aged man was crouched by some shrubs with two precious puppies, shifty-eyes looking all around him. it was like a trap waiting to snap; he gave me the total creeps.
stepping into the elevator, someone took their bright orange lipstick and tagged all over the metal walls. it was nonsensical and also smelled kind of funny, like sour milk and feet.
there's a large movement in asheville of folks who believe in barefoot living, and they protest when business owners won't allow them into their establishments. what's so freeing about walking on dirty pavement and chewed gum? if the streets were lush with cushy, green grass, i'd understand, but please.
i'm a bit cynical today, sorry.