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Post by strayfisherman on May 31, 2011 17:10:19 GMT -5
...is never having a clean pair of socks. leftover, stale and familiar states of discomfort, that you keep coming back to.
you find yourself airing that same dirty pair in public just so you can walk home dry.
but people get offended by the familiar stink of pungeant self-aware (& loathing) misanthropy; expsosed a few times too many, always eventually.
so learn to avoid those with sensitive nostrils, and mind the shiny halos & gospels (that are usually hostile)
tho even in far flung overseas hostels (filled with lots of high, tolerant itinerants) they soon realise the essence... and lose any interest.
not even the wide walls of a pretence-filled ambient-music-hall, can withstand the bitter breezes that blow from these sneakers.
the funk ehoes long after, the music has ceased.
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