Rose tinted glasses aren't what they used to be
Thigh to thigh and in tangled arms I see she wants me. The Chinese whisper creeps from my eye to hers, then beyond and to her mouth. I hear that she needs me. By breaking away the silence, the eye contact becomes an eye contract. My tea will get cold.
About you: your jacket and touch are nice. About me: I don't loath or love but I respect. About the window: close it, it's cold. About us: can you introduce me to your sister? About time: you said you'd be here an hour ago.
I get it that you're talking to me about lead generation because it's important to you. I can't help but wonder if your ten year old self cared half as much as you do about marketing. I picture a little girl in class thinking about attributing revenue according to the relative importance in conversion. I'm alarmed.
We're having an okay time here. You know the man over there had a breakdown because the woman over there slept with the married mouse over there who divorced blind ambition to bitch about those who haven't, or wouldn't or couldn't muster up a project plan. I'm glad we're friends.
At the Supermarket
You're in my way to getting some eggs. But it's okay, you're buying some things too, it's why we're here.
Hey, I just met you. This is nothing. Here's my nothing. Ignore me maybe.