A fat cooshy chair in the corner of my favored book store is holding my ass within it's grasp, it has a view of the blue sky and the shelves of wonderfully new books who's pages beckon my fingers to turn their pages. My eyes,(they are dark brown), scan the words that trigger my thought patterns. I slip farther into a world created for my mind and heart. The script that invades my physical reality may even become part of one of my dreams or memories. Oh power of letters that form emotions such as happiness and fear, hope and embarrassment. Perhaps it all started,"In the beginning was the word,and the word was with God,and the word was God."
Oh coffee, today you are not doing much to help with the heavy eye lids threatening to ruin any chance of being productive. For days now I haven't been able to shake this brick wall of my body. I think I need a jack hammer anyone got one? If so I could use a hand pulverizing some brick.
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