A comfort it lingered on in the
mind, the transparent thought unfolding on popular means of leisure - the baseball game, the golf - the potato, giving rise to a lethargy that brings drugged insolence to the rational, the brevity of life itself. Yet, relaxing a deforming the back all or both are wonderful past times for the iron, the body stressing beyond the thrill of victory - but in others. A stood, or rather sat in silence as controls with all about choosing lights and camera over poetry, classics. Outside it’s nice, but ignorant to pleasantries, we can persist in frozen superheroes, or more likely villains as our time spent may climb past misdeeds of Batman foes, the known quantities beckon us to think better or the flatness - the earth and sky? No. It’s grand, simply, to be used by humans in this pathetic sphere of influence - superceded by parties - spilling on vinyl leather. Wait, that’s me. I served my purpose and request time with family. Not you, but good behavior - or bad - it’s really both, to be treated to such relevance. It grieves me to no end - checking the spelling of davenport, ottoman - an empire on the wall - control, but really none but the color, fabric, station in life. Another year - decades, or briefly napping, hiding in leather, the superior spelling. Yet, by yourself, it’s still quiet, still a melding of minds, cushioning the spirt for 30 second spells of life. © 2014 Larry Ingram
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