Squeezing out air knuckle deep in socks and shuffling clothes back and forth. Sweat beads aplenty with space at a premium. Magical expansion pack of zippers run around the edge. Red into the black of light covering darkness as more folds take visions of size and comfort into bails of rolls. Flat to the pack; a flat out elseworld.
Cutting blackboard nails, trimming pathways, losing the wait to carry-on carrying. Order into the chaotic mire from dawn to dusk. Snooze and watch the hours go by. Every passing day another into the blanket, folding tight to plush out height.
Running out of mind, skittish to the end with sweaty mops for the feverish palms handing off another segment in pieces.
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
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