theres nothing more conforming than mondays. Mondays are silver handcuffs with key holes the size of a pin cushioned in your mouth. In willful disregard of the rush of feet towards offices and schools, I ploughed towards the opposite direction
while they run towards confined spaces of neat little cubicles, desks, chalk powder, xerox machine, computer monitors staring, i skated towrds couches that swallowed my butt and clutch a hot white mocha close to my nose. sniffing and sniffing.
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Introduce me to someone who loves Mondays and I'll tell him/her to get his/her head examined.
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