Like a
little ineffectual,
inefficient,
lost,
somehow trapped in
my position in
life and the
things that define me
are just a
kind of costume and an
exaggerated one at that,
and like a
lot of people I
tell my mom
that I
love her and I
make funny faces when I'm
concentrating on something,
but I
feel like this and I
bet it would be
more helpful if more people laughed at what I
was saying and doing or at least,
if people paid me to
make balloon animals for them at company picnics and events in the
park. I
love the
way this works when things aren't
working. I
like the
way I
feel when I don't
feel anything.
This is a
balloon animal of the
endangered Asian Moon Bear and this indent here is where he's
been tapped for bile harvesting.
This one is a
puppy.
And this is a
giraffe.
Like at least that would be a
skill. I'd
like to be
called kooky by strangers and I'd
like for them to
mean it,
without any sense of irony or self consciousness. Does this make sense? Are we recording things. Look at me and you and the sweat stains I left on the shirt you lent me.
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