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| i miss my chair | ||||||
| i have always thought to myself its always better to be paranoid than dead i dont like to vocalize this for fear of, well everything so i look around, being careful not to go too fast and get dizzy all i see is the normal stuff but a concerning lack of a desk chair now how can one have a consequential conversation with oneself knowing that small piece of information yes the chair is that important it was always so open-minded in a way that made me feel comforted or maybe i was just comfortable that was a nice chair these things deserve to be treated like a queen or the throne of a queen at least now if you cant take me serious then you can just go die in a corner with you pants down now that makes me laugh which is good i resent having to be serious all the time listen...a chair needs adoration and worship too and not just during the wooing stage just some soft pillows, low lighting, and cool temperature the problem then becomes the wheels dont role well keeps her from running away yes i named my chair honeycomb i guess i am letting you see some of my secret dorky side like watching figure skating althought i would have to admit i do watch it for all the wrong reasons but i'll drop that for now she watches sports for all the wrong reasons but i digress the truth is at hand she is gone what should be is just a bunch of lies i will move on i will survive but i do miss my chair |
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