Quote o' the day: May those who love us, love us, those who do not love us, may God turn their hearts. And if he does not turn their hearts then may he turn their ankles so that we may know them by their limping..
Ode to the paternal study
Phone rests silently in a moon-color cradle,
Red box of dice,
Three gargoyles, still with ennui,
Silence, all but thrumming technology,
Coatrack, overused,
Pencils in a glass container,
Ice cream maker in the cuboard,
Mama printer and Baby Printer,
Click tapping of the keyboard,
Spoon glinting in the lamp-light,
Creaking, spinning chair,
Eye are heavy-lidded tulips.
Dust on the monitor,
Blue light on the USB connector,
Fish handle, whirli handle,
Contacts drying up like scales,
Answering machine displaying two messages,
Yellow plastic cup,
Papers everwhere,
Scanner down beneath my feet,
paper shredder lies defeated,
Tired now, more than ever
Office.
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that blurb makes me feel cozy. as a matter of fact, im "playing" office with my sister.
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