There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.... sometimes what's outside appears to be inside and of course vice-versa like when someone smiles (" And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs..") and doesn't mean it... or nods and puts a friendly arm around your shoulders while fingering beneath their toga the not so friendly dagger (" Et tu, Brute!" ) Yes, people who live in glass houses are seldom found but people who live in blocked-up rooms are all around.
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sometimes I think
I have nothing
to write about
that hasn’t already
been written about
by someone else
and then I stop sucking
the end of my pen
and quickly write
‘sometimes I think ‘
and take it from there
making a noise like a trotting horse
with my tongue
as I go
A man and his wife were awakenwd at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Do you now what time it is?” asks the husband and slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife..
“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you offer to help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it’s 3:00 in the morning and it’s pouring rain out there!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down in a snow storm, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here on the swing,” says the drunk