Artist of the day 2/2/12
A man with glasses passes a bar, through a window from afar he sees a girl and thinks “I wouldn’t mind dancing with her”. For a blur of a minute he contemplates then comes to his senses, convinces himself he can only dance when he’s been drinking, to busy thinking to see her look, then turn away.
It’s a shame how on a grey day you can see things most clearly. You make out the cost of living in each step, each heartbeat you compute the profit of in advance, or retreat. The glasses wore, our man, he had no plan therefore did not see where he was coming from, only where he was going. “Frames are strange things to divide games” he thought. He fought with a desire to delay which he overcame, a shame he didn’t see God was on belay as he went the…
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