i am sitting here, freezing my ass off the wooden-splinter bench in a park where the LA winds are blowing furiously. a black cat forgets to cross my path as it unconciously climbs a dancing oak tree and smiles at me with yellow lion eyes from the tallest, thinnest branch Bird shit falls on the table and reminds me that life is a circle and i have always been a triangle or perhaps just a squiggly line A plant grows in the distance and the sun beats down on its back while i freeze in the shade of my cowardice, which reminds me that life is just a habit that ive never been able to break but have tried to get off more than once I guess i got addicted somewhere along the way When i walk away from my dirty park bench, i skip, only to discover the blue gum on the bottom of my shoe is trying to hold me back. I peel off and smell the rotted flavor and throw it back down, giving it the chance to stick on the paw of a dog the foot of a hobo or the wheel of an athlete but my shoe is clean and strong enough to stomp on all of your thoughts.Birth sign: Not entered
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