August, 2003 Dorchester, MA Carryover. A truth in which it never adds up, never divisible into whole integers. Who is keeping me here counting and splitting the difference?
Full disclosure whosoever believes does so at her own risk.
Sugarcoated quite capable of cursing instead, small summaries come out of my mouth little squishy jelly donuts that muffle my words.
Tarry What's the hurry? The RR tracks point one way, the dirt road another, and while you fume, you miss the point that no train's been here for years.
Maneuverable Turn on a dime before telling anybody state-of-the-art technology directs you toward its ends. A crumpled map with directions for when to cross the street during a parade. Vehicles with secret instructions: get out and walk.
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