Are you charmed by those words? Are you beguiled by the playful apparatus of suggestions? Signs and signifiers demonstrating whatever you'd like. I could write anything. Jot down a speculation about whether someone is completely insane or voluntarily that way.
Your smile persists to rise. Those teeth tell me everything. The way they bight down and chew on every syllable escaping from your throat. Note by note, your suspicions filled my senses and I thought about it long and hard. Cliche. Long and hard like the inside of a fourteen year old boy's mind at recess. Blacktop. Tether-ball. Hop-scotch; is for pussy-boys.
Don't you need it? Is it that fantastic, un-livable, without the overwhelming "Oh, so how is -?" Impressionism at it's best. There's an outfit for every week. Make them feel loved, allow your prints and knuckles to cascade beyond their belt, and squeeze those jeans girl. Tight squeeze by done-up nail clasping tips. The weather will change either way, and you'll refashion. You'll see. Meringue is the new scallop. As fishy as it sounds.
Christopher Uller
