.one too many.

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so its official

this blog sucks

and you suck for reading it

and i suck for cutting a pumpkin alone at night outside my RV

and we both suck for not cutting pumpkins together on a porch while drinking sea breezes

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still i blame you

its just easier that way

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i need a job

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…and that strawberry burned red like no other strawberry before it…

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…and everyone loved the strawberry for it was warm and tasted like gold and pizza and red vines…

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…and sometimes the strawberry loved everyone back

and when it did the room would grow still and very quiet…

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…and even though it was by no stretch perfect,

the strawberry was embraced unconditional…

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…but alas…

something was amiss.

a disquiet energy force with wingspan and a silvertongue emerged from wood.

the strawberry grew overwhelmed.

and as a result,

people around the strawberry grew overwhelmed.

an ackwardness covered everything in shadow.

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…and the strawberry pushed…

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…and then the strawberry pulled…

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…and then we all pushed back…

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…and things spiralled and equilibriums were lost.

and soft thoughts and smiles spilled over the side of the boat.

and a blackhole formed and although no one could see it,

everyone knew it was there…

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at the unbearable and tragic end

i asked the strawberry,

“??”

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but the strawberry couldn’t look me in the eyes

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and the strawberry didn’t answer

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and i had no choice but to walk away

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the last time i saw the strawberry,

it was blurry.

i only could make out its tears and neverevers and goodbyes…

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even now i see the strawberry everywhere.

i can close my eyes and the strawberry is there automatically dangling in the rearview.

last night i had a dream the strawberry and i were playing shuffleboard.

and before that,

i swear i saw the strawberry at the farmer’s market.

but really,

i haven’t seen the strawberry since that night.

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i know the real strawberry is out there somewhere and hopefully one day,

it’ll accept my offer of tea and sugar cookies.

lord knows,

all strawberries love sugar cookies.

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even now,

people ask,”why?”

and i always respond the same…

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“why not not.”

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timing is everything, no??

ugh.

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no matter what anyone says,

a seabreeze is not a chick drink.

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that’s why they’re called ‘funny’ sunglasses.

go away.

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