manuscriptx
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A pineapple's eloquent once told me there are no indifferent jobs, just indifferent people. Standing in foot deep mud, immersed through the blue water I see their twilight. I am comfortable here. No worries, no disappointment, and no failures. No one cares about me. 'Give way to you fears,' 'I'm glad to see you again, ' Ha, ha stop chasing my tall nightmare.' 'On your knees,' said a dogma that I cannot understand. I hate the heels of every interview. I sit there with an acknowledging grimace like a god dam sock puppet. 'Who the **** are you to deny me what, a chance opportunity?' Sledgehammers and fairy tales, water into wine, color ribbons of success. Are you kidding me? I'm not going to waste my money on a sure thing. A delicate balance between strangling this son-of-a-bitch and not, so what would it take for you? A demonstration would be a demonstrably good idea, even if it were true.
'When does it get easier Kate?' Bob Dishy, the actor once said about child rearing problems. I thought about that last night; my daughter's broken arm, holding me in tears, in pain, sleeping. I can't get that image out of my head, a person and an image that may never exist. Does life go on? You bet it does, but the hindsight of it all makes me wonder anyway, a view from the cube.
'When does it get easier Kate?' Bob Dishy, the actor once said about child rearing problems. I thought about that last night; my daughter's broken arm, holding me in tears, in pain, sleeping. I can't get that image out of my head, a person and an image that may never exist. Does life go on? You bet it does, but the hindsight of it all makes me wonder anyway, a view from the cube.