March 24th, 2006


There is a mitten on my desk, I threw the other one away.

They're so goddamned adorable but I can't wear them for fuck all. I can be bound in pretty much any way, awkwardly contorting bars, extensive, pinchy rope, saran or duct tape from head to toe a-okay as long as my fingers, just my fingers, are free. Socks don't bother my toes, oven mitts don't bother my fingers.. and despite the temporal differential in typical use, all it takes is to've slipped the cozy thing on and every muscle in my hand starts to wiggle and scream.

I can stand the idea of just about anything on fire, not a stable of horses.
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    The Postal Service - Natural Anthem