Saturday, August 14, 2010

One Hundred Ninety-Nine


I need to evict a few thoughts--they're troublemakers, loud, and obnoxious hangers on from an old negative life. I'm not sure when they moved in, but they're dug in like ticks. I guess I wouldn't mind so much as long as they were quiet, but they're not, you see, anytime my girl is involved in a questionable incident, they wander out on the lawn, yell obscenities, and accuse her of being up to no good.

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