i was 12 years old when i met the HOLINESS OFGOD in the dairy section of an albertson's drug and grocery. my burgeoning artist's eye captivated by a withered yellow hand grasped about the milky plastic handle...confessing that strength still resided within those thin bones.
my own young hands were busy tapping out subconscious beats on the newly-cracking cart-guard as i followed my mother to the bright blocks of cheese. i parked the cart and risked a somewhat causual visual summation of the figure.
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don't ask. i felt like writing.
my own young hands were busy tapping out subconscious beats on the newly-cracking cart-guard as i followed my mother to the bright blocks of cheese. i parked the cart and risked a somewhat causual visual summation of the figure.
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don't ask. i felt like writing.
unless i am severely confused, which i might be cause its late. and stuff.
we need to hang out. i gots movies to be watchin.