A real person would not be doing this.
Sitting here, biting my nails.
Struggling for words like a panhandler
begs for change.
I never know what to do and this isn't
any better, xxxxxx though I pretend it is.
It would be so much better to instigate love or
or provide a map to a beautiful forest -- with deer
and all that.
Instead I'm trying to make a forest out of what?
Some spit, and soda crackers? A half gallon of milk?
When we take things apart, we get to the center.
This is nowhere near the center.