i have... picked the lint from my shoes. in an act of pure meditation between pockets of contemplation i have liberated tufts of fluff, snips of grass, and bits of fur from the curvy-tooth teeth of my velcro-attaching Teva sandals. no longer need i worry about the no-sticking-fall-off-as-i-stride left foot shoe. no more restless nights, no more embarrassing dance flops, and no more tripping while in mid-stride down the ramp of my english two-oh-eight class. why, yes. i have successfully punished all those acts of fate that tried to laugh in my face and control my step by snuffling my walk with little bits of poof. i am all mighty and powerful and have now taken fate into my hands. now, for the right foot. - lf
I don't know why, since it -shouldn't be- the colour of lint, but this reminds me of the colour lime green. Anyway, neat little stream of consciousness thing. ^_^
To be honest, this has confused me. It might be because my insomnia is acting up and I haven't slept a wink for something like 60 hours and still counting, but... bugger, I forget where I was going with that. I don't really get it, but it's a fine poem just the same. I'll need to remember to read it again when I'm more awake.
