. . .The sound of keys hitting the bottom, punching, clicking;
[[clickity-clack-clickity-clack-clickclick-clack]]
to preserve her IN/sanity.
Body:
Her head held low,
Her soul, flung from up high,
splatters onto the pavement.
She stares into the broken glass,
Tears welter in her eyes.
But she never worries.
She always worried.
She still worries.
Conclusion:
antigrrl xXx: No one admires anything I do.
xxxxxxxxxxx: Yes.
xxxxxxxxxxx: You're unappreciated.
Human Waste Project - One Night in Spain nostaligic narcissism
