in the wind
thrown all away falling fiery flame careless paper cuts
chemical combustion dancing chilli peppers care not heed not see not scrunch it into a ball, shoot for that basket stamp duty is now calculated on an ad valorem basis sweat and spin and do a pilates class fly don't move, i'd like to swat you pretext syntax out of context bite (chew) and swallow the other better you less
today you notice that there are dark blue swirls on the tie in front of you, that the table you've chosen is dusty, and that there's an out of place, empty glass in the middle of your table. you notice a bookcase as a passing thought. your small talk is underpinned by an urgency to spill forth something - anything - of substance. work and meetings and contracts and clients. the main course arrives, you leave the stiff, stuffy business world of twenty steps away, and tuck right in. your knife and fork dive in for the meat in a less than graceful manner - there is splatter all over your story, but it comes out in the end. you are greeted with a gentle smile, and knowing nods. and then he doles out some soupy advice and you lap it up eagerly. only, you notice there is some slight pain in his expression. and you prod a bit, as you do the same to the strange round fruit garnishing on your wide porcelain plate. then oh! red juice and salty drops. you apologise for the mess you've inadvertently created and try to mop it up with cheery distractions. but the red juice persists in oozing out and you are apologetic but secretly pleased that you have been given a peek behind a curtain not many allow others to get past.
today i had the delight of two hours of a lovely, lilting accent. within which i wondered about honour, and learned about restraint, and wept at the sight of a lot of heart. (all pretend, but still!)
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