my stepdad bought a bunch of new ski socks.
i am not allowed to wear them.
i lost my own sock just right before he bought them.
it looked exactly like all of his.
and i cannot describe how difficult it is to find a piece of hay in a needlestack. especially when you're colorblind, and cannot seem to explain the importance of hay to anyone who finds you searching through their needles. in their closet. in their bedroom.
bottom line is, it's okay for the world to be winter as long as you've got at least one sock. but when both feet are cold, and the heater is no longer reflective of buddhist enlightenment, things can begin to collapse.
i am not allowed to wear them.
i lost my own sock just right before he bought them.
it looked exactly like all of his.
and i cannot describe how difficult it is to find a piece of hay in a needlestack. especially when you're colorblind, and cannot seem to explain the importance of hay to anyone who finds you searching through their needles. in their closet. in their bedroom.
bottom line is, it's okay for the world to be winter as long as you've got at least one sock. but when both feet are cold, and the heater is no longer reflective of buddhist enlightenment, things can begin to collapse.
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