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why are you so sad?
because I have no arms.
I have... no arms.

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it doesnt even really matter

if i draw something right

or run five miles

or give an extra dollar as a tip.

at the end of the night

shes still gone.

everythings, if you look at this, they make our sad

i am at the bar

drinking a delicious slyfox ipa

in a pretty jar

and i am drawing

and writing

i am making myself.... LAUGH!

everywhere people are important

people are normal everywhere

(dont you forget this)

no matter where you go

people are normal

everywhere people are important

you should not forget this

at one time that time

at one time i was trying to write poetry.

what happened that time?

that time you came over and asked for the time?

sorry, no watch, but ask her over there with the cellphone

then i counted my own seconds when you went in the bathroom

45 ticks-- really? is that all you need?

do you look in the mirror?

do you check your teeth?

do you know you appear to everyone to be exactly as you are?

thank you for the strawberry, and for the bee pollen

thank you for the time, and the seat you took to talk.

thank you for the straw, thank you for leaving

when you knew i had nothing to say but thanks.

if i want to learn something from my dog

if i want to learn something from my dog

i could

be nice, or kind, or at least open to everyone i meet

i could

have smooth, soft hair that people cant help but stroke

i could

know my own opinion and speak it, hushing myself

when those i love tell me its been too much

i could

lay in the sunlight and appreciate the beauty of nature

i could

cuddle for warmth

i could

lick my wounds, and sweets, and salt from the skin of those who hold me close

i could eat one bite at a time. sitting down. chewing carefully.

wherever i find myself, i could settle for nothing less than a comfortable seat.