today on the way to the printer's, my father compared
me to a silent wobbling hotel new world. hahahahaha.
that every night's sleep forgone is a lousy brick and
soon i will crash and boom! into a mess of grey rubble.
recently my parents come up with the most random
analogies for just about everything.
thank you god for so much and thank you for parents
who show their love in such amusingly unnatural ways.
(a tribute to the keyboard)
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