I don't want your money (Danish-waisted-mid-century burden)

Honey I need to be portable and new like shoes or a small bag capable of carrying a notebook, some money and a muesli bar.

I've been fucked into an eBay state of mind.

There used to be a safe place; sleep instead of typewriters. I can't be more than I can carry or drag or push with the soles of my feet. I've lost impulse control along with flat chested motivation. I was left holding up one end of a pink tallboy with green cut glass handles. I filled everywhere with trinkets and pamphlets and word molecules until I was squirrel-handed and fatigued.

Now I find I've been fucked into an eBay state of mind.

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