I KEEP THINKING I HAVE A
SWOLLEN LIP BUT IT'S
SWOLLEN LIP BUT IT'S
JUST THE HEAVY AIR
I love convoluted titles that sum up
everything in some inconsequentially
strange nugget. Yep, that's a fact. Even
though that kid just spilled his milk at
the other table - and I'm watching it now
- with the fortitude of Atlas - dripping down
along the tablecloth these places have and
pooling on the floor - I'm sure it's all just
a harmless fun, a mistake, taking its
small consequence in this world we
call our own. I'm not sure it happens
like this anywhere else.
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