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Stuck

No, I have a ritual.

I turn it over and shake it.

Get all the loose crud out,

then take a paperclip & dredge

the remaining particles of detritus,

The dust can,

preferably with a red straw.

Clorox the tops of the keys,

The sides of them

(scrape, if necessary)

Then dredge the bottom again.

Repeat with the phone, the 10-key.

Blow these actions up,

Apply to thoughts, actions, emotions

Swirl it all down the drain...

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Written by
atalanta-undigested
Published
May 19, 2013
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15·76
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Inspired by Hailey L's Do You Ever

Tags: grot, keyboard, OCD, boredom

©Atalanta Undigested, 2013. All Rights Reserved.

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