So. How Else Are You Doing?

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Me, I'm alright. I'm fine. I'm okay.

I'm outrageously okay, actually. I'm preternaturally fine. I'm not only alright, I'm all-left, all-up, and all-centered.

I get a weird twinge in my foot sometimes. The doctor says too much methamphetamine makes me nervous.

I look out at the sky sometimes and wonder, "why can't I be like that?"

Then I realize: I already am.

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Chicken said…
I feel the need to explain that I do think you are strange, but strangely wonderful not strangely dangerous, or strangely smelling, or anything like that. Like strange in a good way.
August 1, 2014 at 6:08 PM
dogimo said…
Thank you! Very sweet to say. I never mind "strange" from a stranger. As you get to know me, though, the adjectives change.
August 2, 2014 at 7:40 AM
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