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it's cold having tested the boundaries of this knowledge my nose retreats rough brushed felt the most likely home hidden behind the buttons of my jacket and scarf jam red, spilling up over the collar into the morning grey. I squint up the road past The Rooster, down to the bus hutch, barely containing the  Asian nanny with pink-hatted Precious this bus is not for me nor the next I glance down at the slip of paper crumpled, dwarfed by my mittens, I thumb the coffee stain kissing the blue of the ball point pen scrawl. 42. was I even sure that was a route? the price? no change chilling in the pockets against my jeans a bent fingernail against denim reveals I've also lost my pass. 8:58 now maybe best to just walk. what was I expecting? that the meaning of life would really cover my fare on the next bus? the self loathing brought on only by subzero, interrupted by the scratch of metal on the concrete at my boot tips golden. flat. I have won. that's more like it. I'd rather travel by glass elevator anyway. If we're splitting hairs..
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
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it's cold having tested the boundaries of this knowledge my nose retreats rough brushed felt the most likely home hidden behind the buttons of my jacket and scarf jam red, spilling up over the collar into the morning grey. I squint up the road past The Rooster, down to the bus hutch, barely containing the  Asian nanny with pink-hatted Precious this bus is not for me nor the next I glance down at the slip of paper crumpled, dwarfed by my mittens, I thumb the coffee stain kissing the blue of the ball point pen scrawl. 42. was I even sure that was a route? the price? no change chilling in the pockets against my jeans a bent fingernail against denim reveals I've also lost my pass. 8:58 now maybe best to just walk. what was I expecting? that the meaning of life would really cover my fare on the next bus? the self loathing brought on only by subzero, interrupted by the scratch of metal on the concrete at my boot tips golden. flat. I have won. that's more like it. I'd rather travel by glass elevator anyway. If we're splitting hairs..
copyright fhw, 2013 existential credit owed to roald dahl and douglas adams.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
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