Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, June 17, 2019

6.17

The twisted tightrope that we walk between idiocy and suavity is wound with bundled wires no thicker than a mistake made while trying to compliment your hair or feet or breasts. You say the right thing to me and then I confuse myself two ways backwards and inside out just trying to consider whether or not you're interested in a compliment of your compliment or a compliment of yourself. I should come with an instruction manual, but I guess I still wouldn't read it.

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