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The stairs that fall up themselves in a timeless inner-tube whirlwind of moebius change. The streetlamps that pull up their tights and adjust their skirts after the last customer’s warm money changes hands. Aucht tober. The upside-down painting of reality on the back of each eye and it’s not that I feel stupid, exactly, just radioactive with awkwardness and ill-informed notions about who I am and how much charm I posses. As soon and I think I have a handle on who I am, I get older and I need to re-evaluate.
I broke off my unicorn horn years ago. Too many measuring contests and ruler fights. I hang toilet paper rolls off of it in the bathroom now. Once I used it as a magic wand to restore virginity to a young woman but it didn’t turn out well. Chances are that if you want a cab, a lot of other people do, too. So force electrons through me and make me into a loud speaker. Force electrons through my partner so that we become a stereo. These days, I feel like the eight arms of my octopus mind all have different ideas about where they want to go.
All I know is that snow comes darkly in the night and lies light in the morning. It’s a blanket covering the homeless, doing the opposite of keeping them warm. We have snowball fights, they have back-alley funerals and I wonder what part of me lets this occur to me.
On the other hand, my good twin upstairs pulls out the libra card, the inherent duality curse that make me well-informed yet dispassionate, and says that there are good things co-existing with what we would call bad things all the time. If Earth had a family crest, it would have to include both or it would be a lie. I’m eye-deep in sightlessness because the adventure has started and I can’t remember where I packed my compass. It takes courage and strangeness to smile during a storm.
So I try to smile. Most often, I win.
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I broke off my unicorn horn years ago. Too many measuring contests and ruler fights. I hang toilet paper rolls off of it in the bathroom now. Once I used it as a magic wand to restore virginity to a young woman but it didn’t turn out well. Chances are that if you want a cab, a lot of other people do, too. So force electrons through me and make me into a loud speaker. Force electrons through my partner so that we become a stereo. These days, I feel like the eight arms of my octopus mind all have different ideas about where they want to go.
All I know is that snow comes darkly in the night and lies light in the morning. It’s a blanket covering the homeless, doing the opposite of keeping them warm. We have snowball fights, they have back-alley funerals and I wonder what part of me lets this occur to me.
On the other hand, my good twin upstairs pulls out the libra card, the inherent duality curse that make me well-informed yet dispassionate, and says that there are good things co-existing with what we would call bad things all the time. If Earth had a family crest, it would have to include both or it would be a lie. I’m eye-deep in sightlessness because the adventure has started and I can’t remember where I packed my compass. It takes courage and strangeness to smile during a storm.
So I try to smile. Most often, I win.
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