MOY 6: Manero wants to breakdown

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On the side of black, white holes otherwise seen prominently from more than a metre hang back and rest. With a week off of movement and of assisting in the general air of despair and disdain for public appearances under the gun, the entry fee loses a belt.

Colluding with the cold and a lay over from a splendid night at the ballet, a continuance of the rubbing effect. Tight, and with no real room for movement, the high hitch leaves a desire toward use of a sewing machine.

No belt, no holes, no pocket watch pocket even. A distinct change in stride coming from a simple switch. At least the burn and irritation are comfortable enough to generate heat without the raw blistering sensation of an adverse reaction.

Not enough still to bury deeper into the skull an immense desire to once again cast aside the commute and leave for the solace of hermitage. Such is the curse of living in and interpreting an environment by others.

Soon Van - Saturday, 13 May 2006 - 13:12

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