The toothbrush stood safe in the ceramic toothbrush holder. The toothbrush fell in the sink. The toothbrush rattled in the sink. The toothbrush stood safely in the ceramic holder.
The plan swelled up, BAM.
He played his single stringed instrument while three men drifted in front of him and talked over its wining. His artistic spirit deflated. The arriving train completely shut out his single stringed instrument. He packed his instrument in a bag and his stool on a cart and was paused before the doors as the train stopped.
Faces on the streets of life become categories. Smells hitch obediently to memory.
The poem I just typed swelled up, clicked, saved, BAM.
I'm so dramatic!
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