Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sit sipping





As I sit sipping my cappuccino, I can't help but adjust my pants and shirt. It is  a quiet attempt to find flattery in an un-flat belly. Usually, it doesn't bother me. I am twenty five years old and my body has grown and stretched to its current shape for one natural reason: to grow and stretch into another shape entirely, the shape to carry another growing shape.

Then I think to myself: a bicycle on a busy narrow sidewalk is like a wild llama in a doll house. A completely unrelated thought, but a true observation. Ride on the side of the street, you idiot. 


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