© Marie Marshall.Twitter @MairibheagM
life’s little vicissitudes – don’t it just suck when someone else inserts their insecurities?
Indeed. This is one of my poems (?) based on something that happened. Yesterday. She was young, Caribbean-British, and gorgeous.
ha – what an encounter…
I’ll never feel the same about cardboard cups again!
i wish i was perfect and secure. no i don’t. that would be horrific and boring. it’s funny to feel like someone obviously better looking than me is looking at me and immediately falling into a delusion of grandeur. it’s an old compensation technique. my opinion of myself skyrockets, but then i sadly rediscover that i’m wearing shorts and my fly is open. and then laughing.
With me its the feeling that I’m wearing nothing but a Fred Perry tennis shirt, and it only happens when I’m dreaming anyway. Cindy was a wide-awake bonus.
I wonder what it means that if I were in the dream, I’d be wearing just the tennis shorts? Muhahahahahaha!
I’ve heard about people having that renay Richards dream. cindy is always a cool name. I’ve never met one.
You twinkle above us.
We twinkle below.
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabba
Early morning singing song
Earworm City Scotland
Across the Atlantic sea,
And I’m a genius, genius…
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