Sit Seeings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Tiresome talk, self-addressed questioning.

Submitted: February 06, 2008

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Entangled conversation flows along between the quartet of positivity, comparing without like or as. Talking girls to music, fate called to most situation.
I'm calming down from a bout of heat sickness, spilling thoughts to music. Recovering nicely despite that overwhelmed hour of the recent past.
Both of my feet ached to sleep, in that limbo of pins and needles.
Deny the urge for that pleasure of uninterrupted standings for toilet or adventure.
To the fridge to create magnetic poems on its sleek white metal Kenmore surface?
How about that air-conditioned bedroom, screening movies from pixellated, screeching television?
No thanks, I'll take that unfamiliar numbness in my fawn-like attempts to stand upright. I can struggle but also gain strength in the suffering walk to wherever I can hobble to.

Leer inside hanging paintings, dizzy with checkers back-dropped under similar shaded splatter-patterns with waved lines to border and garnish. In this smoky den, the haze stings unexpected eyes that return from the cool fall night of early October. Bubbling water sounds as a brook along stacked rocks in an ambient forest fountain.

Should we leave? The majority of the residents lay in bed, enjoying the constant chilly airflow from that blessed AC machine. I seem to be the only one who realizes we've out-warmed our welcome, the others oblivious, laughing along, words carried up by exhaled smoke. No reason to carry on with this silence, I go to speak up but a mop-headed partisan beats me to it.


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