Resetting every other day, the desk is now a confirmed location for disappearing items. Especially of bottles concerning oddly sparked tea sports drinks and blue flavoured juice.
Clearing out the debris, the longest form of stay is of a few Business section pages of the Sydney Morning Herald; a page of stocks and the crumbling rise of spitting into the wind without a bib. Nothing too overbearing.
Taking the concept of territorial expression to the hilt, a canvas of poppy seeds, squeezed and crushed into the tabletop and memo lying atop and beneath the keyboard. Gone. Along with it, the single pellet from a citronic chewing experiment in driving the question of, "What's that weird smell?" from all around inside the audience of arm's reach.
Vanished in the lot, a box filled with nothing more than the lingering scent of a brand new keyboard. Believed to be immune to such an act, now it appears that nothing is safe from the not so nightly purge. Sickeningly, thin film continues to reside on the surface of the keys and of the mouse.
Friday, 19 May 2006
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