Just Because
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‘“She said clean your room.”’
Somewhere in the world someone thought that.
This wasn’t even the half of it.
This came at a price, and it is paid on time if I get it there, which I do. It was never easy to roll down the street with change until routes started recognizing we needed to get there. Buses are not a hood move. It’s responsible to realize the relaxation travel can give you. A card that fits colors red, white, and blue are fit for a dollar on the bus any way you want to go by zone, but the plastic will only charge you normal. Processing through thin air should not cost a cent. “Air Rights.” They may have heard that too between whispers on the lane that did not change the changed.
“Take to the streets.”
“But in which way do you mean?” How many variations come from this sentence. It is direct in thought; it is blue, but it is print in settlement to simple content. Black hard lines structurally thinned cobble across marble, if such a thing.
“Peculiar.”
“Who is who?” ‘Find you,” smirked.
Don’t worry, the account is closed and has been for a while. It is wonder why.
There’s an order that takes transactions across offices and institutions that make sure you know where you’re going. When you go to the Post Office, they got you for $15.00 to verify where your money order goes. It is an easy pay for a huge payout, but you shouldn’t need it. And even better when a friend helps you out on a technicality it can be an annoyance; irritations… family ties in a place that no one owns and it is nonstop begrudging eye points.
‘What is up with this washer… great.’ Everyone feels it. Water. ‘That too.’ We are all thinking it.
“Ugh, great.”
“What?”
For $50.00 you can be a bad bitch and thank a friend for completing something you don’t want to.
“Fucking washer broke and it had some fucked water just chilling in it with the most annoying problem with Iron…”
‘Wait, was it?’
Hmm, whatever. It needed balance. Don’t need to really listen, “just do it.”
***It is that disrupted conversation because there is no one there. Straight face.***
Floors always have this space; you staring back at yourself, “does it ever just stop giving headache vibes?”
Ugh, blue lines with suggestions. Annoyance. One. Blank. It is empty. ‘Guess there’s space."
Which one…
gives me the me back I need.
In a picture, seen as split makes no sense to characteristics fit into one personality. Aspects. Be both.
Listen ladies, ladies listen. Close it down. Both are me. Both of you are you. Tad bit in fun when the responsibilities have been taken care for the month, giving the doctor a wake up call. Ring, ring.
Friends can be a nice distraction from the usual step on the eve where nothing takes more than respect to give back; this. Memories. Promises. It can be haunting if you do not follow through, but space can be necessary in personal strife that ring, rings. And rings, until it doesn’t ring anymore. Receiver interrupted. It can be a good thing.
‘Find you. Don’t lose sight.’
Bye, Bye, Bye - it can be a tie cut for a bunch of Marionettes that deserve the stage when a Burlesque tap on the floor and ground hits so hard the masses all want in. If there was a red, yield, green hot spot for a group that forgot what was important it would be a band that is acknowledged access.
“Where is the alcohol?” ‘Bottoms up.’ But not for everyone, and that’s okay. It just means it was acknowledged upon entry. DECISIONS, DECISIONS. Acknowledge boundaries.
Ding*
The Check Before the Reck
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Welp, no sex in that encounter means sleep for the next eight hours with no disruptions. Ahh, relaxation following responsible counts in alcohol. 👌