Tongs and a Stinky Set

There's a new entry up at Glitter, called Tongs and a Stinky Set.

I'm a poet! Get me to a slam, stat!

Lighter.

My load is lightening. We sold a hella lot of stuff today, at low, low prices.

We unloaded, divested, rid, expunged, removed.

A couple friends came by, a few memories were sold into strangers' hands. Most were not petty. We openly laughed at the ones who were.

I sold a kid a pair of rollerblades for five dollars because that's all he had, and twenty minutes later I saw him holding the arm of his dad or grandpa or someone, who was rolling along very wobbily on those self-same rollerblades.

OK, I admit it, I got a little choked up, but that was fucking cool. What a nice kid.

We also unloaded the two bookcases on our upstairs neighbors, which was grand and beautiful. When Lucas saw our apartment, he looked crestfallen. "Your place looks so nice; our looks sort of junky."

Take that, crazy landlady.

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Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea