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Coffee and Pancakes easy.

Jack’s legs dangled over the long pier—he had been sitting there
For a while, since the sun traveled from one end to the other
Hovering over his pale legs and glassy pool of moss.
He always wanted to move to the city but he was there and there was not the city so he stayed.
Two cups of coffee never hurt no one, he thought– turned around to reach for
His pot and drank one more cup, straight up black, no cream or sugar
And he heard her– coming. He turned the other way and gazed into the glassy pool of moss. She sat silently next to him. Tossed her hair and dipped her legs into the lake. Until the sun reached its evening residence.
Good-Night.

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Drinks

She seemed friendly enough, but who’s not, at a bar?  Well– lots of girls– they give you the snotty bitchy look as if they didn’t shit– but it was some type of innate behavior girls put on when they wear red lipstick and slutty heels.  The brunette, holding a blue drink and a red purse, was nice enough.  We chatted; she said she liked the weather.  I asked her if I might be able to call her another time and she told me she might be the last person in the world who didn’t have a phone; she was rebelling, and I thought of the tribes of people in the Sahara desert.  Surely they didn’t have phones.  She didn’t offer any other way of contact and I felt awkward.

I asked her what she was drinking.  “Adios, Motherfucker,” she laughed.

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Draft

I don’t know where the time went– it just went.  I woke up one morning and repeated dutifully for the past six amorphous years until this rebellious moment, still unable to account for it all.  I heard it happened to ex-drug users and postmen, but I never was officially either.  I didn’t have time to think it could happen.  I was occupied.  Living in each moment presently and wholly, devoting all my waking abilities to that single frame moment, thus neglecting my future and barely imprinting past experiences, creating this fog.  From this moment forward, let me be more consciencious!  Let me be aware of me and you and me and you together and use more thought!  More judgment and wisdom!  Let me view each upcoming moment as a Webster-armed editor with the hands of a storyboard artist.

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Parking

In the lot, Sonia wished she didn’t read those articles delivered to her mailbox daily, emails like, “10 ways to save money”, or “One magic thing you can’t live without in your kitchen”.  This morning’s article, “Five ways to lose weight”, recommended to park as far away as possible when shopping so she’d walk more, burning more calories.  She was at a big box store, the kind cosmopolitan, urban areas and their respective neighborhood associations rally against.

The parking lot went seemingly to the horizon– rows and rows of cars, so much that it could have doubled as an used car lot.  While she walked back to her car with her groceries she thought about all the email tips that she received and never followed up on, and the only fun she’d ever had in a parking lot was making out in the back of a pickup truck.

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Utility

“You can’t give everyone everything at once– there’s the diminishing utility law.  It might be great at first, whatever it is you want– money, sex, toys, sex toys– but it won’t be that great after a while.  It can’t.  It’s because you never had anything at first, you go from broke, so it’s always the best.  Remember when you lost your virginity.  Then 25 years later.  You feeling it the same?  Nope.  But that’s how the world works, human nature, the law of diminishing utility, returns.  You live and let live.  Can’t do nothing, but try to pretend like you’ve had nothing and it’s all spick-span new.”

Roy finished mumbling, his face settling nicely in his plate of cold nachos, his dessert after a buffet of beers.

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