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Once again the revolution of the clock has proven my emotional apathy to be weaker than previously imagined.
So I must lovingly re-cultivate it.
The exacto yesterday knife didn't cut it, or maybe it cut too deep.
Till the soil of my heart doorway to keep the trolls at bay.
First water it with the faucet, then lay down a heavy mulch of pillow feathers.
In the following years, mushrooms sprout, hopefully.
The gnome babysitter wears his favorite red hooded sweatshirt while he keeps watch over all this for me.
Me, the unshaven barbie doll.
Clad in stenciled sweatshop and American Apparel.
The staring men and Chase Global require that I keep mace on my person at all times.
I was born too late.
I never learned the secret to my Grandmother's chutney.
Instead all I'm left with is Starbuck's and Papa Smurf ring tones.
So I must lovingly re-cultivate it.
The exacto yesterday knife didn't cut it, or maybe it cut too deep.
Till the soil of my heart doorway to keep the trolls at bay.
First water it with the faucet, then lay down a heavy mulch of pillow feathers.
In the following years, mushrooms sprout, hopefully.
The gnome babysitter wears his favorite red hooded sweatshirt while he keeps watch over all this for me.
Me, the unshaven barbie doll.
Clad in stenciled sweatshop and American Apparel.
The staring men and Chase Global require that I keep mace on my person at all times.
I was born too late.
I never learned the secret to my Grandmother's chutney.
Instead all I'm left with is Starbuck's and Papa Smurf ring tones.