call us home, kiss our cheeks
2017-06-05 6:27 p.m.

six dirty thirty. almost. i went to physical therapy today for my formerly broken wrist and the whole session was spent with the therapist asking about my running. i guess she runs marathons and wants to run more and longer. there is no secret, just run more. well actually, maybe the secret is to dispense of any other cares or obligations. maybe the secret is to need something because you have nothing.

i'm ahead of the game tonight because i've already offended at least two friends this evening. i wish i didn't care. maybe you don't have to care or regret. maybe. maybe i am an elitist at heart and don't have tolerance for stupid people including me.

maybe i laid down on the kitchen floor which fitted me perfectly. my legs looked too sinewy in the oven window reflection. more sinewy than a shirtless iggy pop; its that creepy. maybe they are the kind of legs that will get stuck in your teeth.

Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we...oh...we tend to please ourselves

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