this morning was slightly de-saturated, and there was a bug on the wall. A common bug, the one which comes with a home, a soft, shell type object and you can see its head poking out slowly, a rather narrow head. I stared at it for two minutes, not with love, but with a slanted sort of curiousity, and the clock ticked its way to 10:45 and I stubbed out my cigarette out, moaned at the mirror and with no particular fondness or inclination, moved on.
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