meet my new adoptee, benyamin - stroke him real tender-like. he won't mind.
12.1.05
i slipped went boom
the world is a shimmery slick soon-to-be-glistening-under-the-lamplight kind of place. i slipped on the shear ice and landed on m'arm. someone kindly insisted on tenderly tensoring it up for me, and i was too touched to refuse. so here i sit, wondering what to do with this arm of mine when it's soccering time in less than two hours. maybe it'll be a fine excuse for thumping people with it when they get in my way.
meet my new adoptee, benyamin - stroke him real tender-like. he won't mind.
meet my new adoptee, benyamin - stroke him real tender-like. he won't mind.
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i think constant readyness for soccer is a grand idea. but falling i like too much to want to give up (something like flying, and a reminder that i'm not made of metal).
Today I stroked him soft on the upper west side of his smooth back. He seemed to like it and came back for another. I left you a note on your tall beer glass. I hope you find it soon.
My piece of pie of time for you is getting stale. I hope you eat it soon.
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