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course, black, dog hair from an eleven year old lab mastiff mix pokes through my salmon button down reminding me of home while I pretend to work another day – sitting in my swivel chair contemplating string theory, dark matter, zero-point energy and magnets… enjoying a slight breeze thinking about what a mint julip tastes like and if the temperature and humidity are right for that sort of affair – wrinkled slack leg shows the truth I wore these pants yesterday dusty Nike proving my enslavement thank god the sole is pulling away from the faux leather at least I am not a slave to the seasons – three week old stubble gives my calloused hands something to scratch and rub granting me the look of thoughtfulness and intense consideration… I play this up so no one bothers me –
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
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course, black, dog hair from an eleven year old lab mastiff mix pokes through my salmon button down reminding me of home while I pretend to work another day – sitting in my swivel chair contemplating string theory, dark matter, zero-point energy and magnets… enjoying a slight breeze thinking about what a mint julip tastes like and if the temperature and humidity are right for that sort of affair – wrinkled slack leg shows the truth I wore these pants yesterday dusty Nike proving my enslavement thank god the sole is pulling away from the faux leather at least I am not a slave to the seasons – three week old stubble gives my calloused hands something to scratch and rub granting me the look of thoughtfulness and intense consideration… I play this up so no one bothers me –
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
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