Don't You Hate Those Mornings When..
...you wake up and stare out the window and see a pair of white Puma shoes hanging from the Maple tree across the road and wonder if you are still asleep? If you wonder, just for a second, if you might be delusional from some trip that didn't end at the bender the night before?
When you finally shake your head a few times, feel the throbbing in your head, dig the hangover and come to terms that yes, yes I am awake and yes, yes those shoes ARE hanging from the tree. Those shoes are real and so is the pain in my head in my neck in my shoulders my nose my eyes my lips and my back. And a strange pain in my left toe which I have no idea where it came from.
When everything becomes fuzzy again...which has abruptly concluded an evening where for a few sweet, blissful hours nothing matters, nothing is clear but everything makes sense. You know?
Speaking of shoes...where are all the one-shoed people in the world driving? Ever wonder that? All those singles of shoes on the side of the road. Not just a pair--that would make sense...thrown hastily of the window in some disgusted protest against shoes--"Fuck I hate shoes! Out the window with you!"--no, this is just one shoe in the ditch. Why, I ask you mh.net fans? Where? Where are these single shoes coming from?
There must be people everywhere, driving around with just one shoe on his or her foot.
When you finally shake your head a few times, feel the throbbing in your head, dig the hangover and come to terms that yes, yes I am awake and yes, yes those shoes ARE hanging from the tree. Those shoes are real and so is the pain in my head in my neck in my shoulders my nose my eyes my lips and my back. And a strange pain in my left toe which I have no idea where it came from.
When everything becomes fuzzy again...which has abruptly concluded an evening where for a few sweet, blissful hours nothing matters, nothing is clear but everything makes sense. You know?
Speaking of shoes...where are all the one-shoed people in the world driving? Ever wonder that? All those singles of shoes on the side of the road. Not just a pair--that would make sense...thrown hastily of the window in some disgusted protest against shoes--"Fuck I hate shoes! Out the window with you!"--no, this is just one shoe in the ditch. Why, I ask you mh.net fans? Where? Where are these single shoes coming from?
There must be people everywhere, driving around with just one shoe on his or her foot.
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I suspect these single shoes are coming from people who recently lost a leg, and just clearing out the crap from their trunk. "Fuck, I don't these right shoes anymore. Be gone with you!"
Don't you just love those mornings when you wake up and a website has switched to black text on a white background and your eyes no longer ache from the strain of it all.
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