they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011


the parking garage at work has some pipes that leak this nasty stuff. smelly. like crap-tastically nasty stuff. awful. sort of a milky white substance. similar to what surrounds a dumpster on a hot, sticky saturday morning. before its been emptied from the previous night of revelry.

i always remember to avoid parking beneath the leaky pipes.

but yesterday, i forgot about not walking under them.

my hair will never be the same.


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