An old friend came to the other one and requested enlivening and (snap) like that there came a non-static response with all the features in place. I could stand on my head, spit the proverbial wooden nickels, and I would not get the time of day. It is precisely because I think and speak in clichés that that situation obtains, but I haven’t the wherewithal to chance beyond my preset borders. One day, and it’s coming soon; I can feel it, I will implode for the lack of gravity in my own heart. I do not mean to be parasitical, but having been born only the day before yesterday, it may take months, or years, before I can walk in the shoes purchased on spec. The greatest freedom I can endure at this time is the happiness resulting from wiggling the toes of my unshod feet, and then, only while they dangle behind the eyes of my own subconscious if such a thing exists.

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Comment by Sissy Anderson on August 20, 2010 at 2:08pm
I too enjoyed this, it was odd, but fun.
Comment by Bill Floyd on August 20, 2010 at 10:25am
Love the inversion/perversion of cliches. "I will implode for the lack of gravity in my own heart." Sublime.
Comment by Gita on August 20, 2010 at 9:20am
This borders on Jabberwocky. Very entertaining.
It was the title that caught my eye because I was about 12 years old, maybe, when someone in school told me a joke with that punchline. Because it made no sense whatsoever, it stuck in the rolodex of my brain only to be retrieved today, on this screen.
Comment by Sandra Davies on August 20, 2010 at 4:01am
Giggling at your eye-level wiggling toes here ... as well as the rest of your words.

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