as long as he's all right

easy as anything, a jingling phone in someone's pocket (the rage of holidays breaks down doors) and every earthly doom of a toy is sprayed out in every store hoping for the slightest sidewalk shop-mentality to pick it up and take it home (everyone wants to be the next beanie baby---was there a first beanie baby?---) and someone will likely as not and some kid will pretend to like or maybe one will and there, too much egg nog in his belly, he'll laugh and while he tears into the next toy paid for by credit card and lugged home in mini vans and hidden in closets for the next few weeks- it's strange the taunting days that pass and do not pass each with the worst way for everyone: too slow for the sad and rapid as whitewater for the overworked....it's coming,

2004-11-23 | 6:33 p.m.
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