A Common Bitter
In the sweet time of their lives
they had nothing to give each other on special occasions but themselves. And so they gave. They mined each other’s body for hidden pleasures, pushing deeper each time, discovering
themselves satisfied and weak. Soon they acquired better jobs with better pay, which we all know leads to better furniture and evenings out with friends to ensure the social aspect of their lives not be found wanting. Thus began the better time of their lives marked by store- bought gifts on each holiday, more furniture, more friends,
yet too a bitter root of amnesia flowering into a lost sense of taste and time and themselves.
they had nothing to give each other on special occasions but themselves. And so they gave. They mined each other’s body for hidden pleasures, pushing deeper each time, discovering
themselves satisfied and weak. Soon they acquired better jobs with better pay, which we all know leads to better furniture and evenings out with friends to ensure the social aspect of their lives not be found wanting. Thus began the better time of their lives marked by store- bought gifts on each holiday, more furniture, more friends,
yet too a bitter root of amnesia flowering into a lost sense of taste and time and themselves.
oh my, yes.
what we lose
when we find abundance…
The unintentional slippery slope…
great, hope all is well in the cold country,we ate extra catfish,slaw and fried okra in your honor last night here in arkieland
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