WindowsThe chances were there.Windows
Offered wholeheartedly,
Those shining windows of wanting.
But they were too bright. And I would turn my head,
Belabor another excuse
as to why they hurt my eyes. They didn’t. For months they were erected,
Directly in front of me.
They would beam at me
Who would melt from their intensity.
A mirror appeared to deflect a margin of these windows’ glare.
It helped,
But the mirror soon became bored of this pointless endeavor,
And abandoned me.
I don’t blame her. I soon got used to their heat
Vanessa Was HungryThe pink satin pillow sighed as Vanessa bestowed her weight upon it. Air rushing from the pillow lifted its chocolate tassels and shuffled them through the air. Vanessa sighed with the pillow, tired from the day's events. A black book endowed with the gleaming golden letters "Journal" rested in her lap. She did not write in it often, only every now and again when her feelings and thoughts became such an intertwined bundle that she needed help to find stable ground. Retrieving a pen from within her jean pocket, she cracked open the patient books covers. Now, what to write. She thought. Taking a moment to collect her brambleVanessa Was Hungry
Tuesday AfternoonGOD: Next, please.Tuesday Afternoon
MAN: Yes, hello again.
GOD: I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN: Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD: I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN: Eleven thirty-one.
GOD: No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN: You expect me to remember that?
GOD: Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MA
ps.
your second favorite artist is my boyfriend.
And thats cool. Its a small world, really.
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i am the walrus
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