startfires prints the current page. 001207
chanaka not always......shit! a paper jam! 001207
For sure! my name on the dotted line and i will get neat prizes in exchange for my soul. 001211
asdf play 031118
Forming Mind On my mind it stays.
She held her spoon as a treasure.
Small sips of pink yogurt and eyes that never left one-way streets.
Her calfs lay crossed, her worn jeans warming the bench.
Dirty feet, with no shoes but the hard sole that any passer-by may see.
Her shirt came tightly around her middle and so loose above that it barely stayed on.
Her hair was so well-kept though.
So spotless and wavy, a touch-up on space and time.
I smirked as I waited for nothing and she finished her yogurt.
Tucking the container in her back jean pocket she skipped off down the side-walk towards everything.
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