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It’s not about $1.50.

The stupid things that incite arguments…

I swear I’m not angry about the extra dollar-fifty I spent on his razors by getting the ones he said to get, the wrong ones that still fit but are unnecessary. No, I’m pissed that instead of listening to me or even putting on his damn glasses to look for himself, he ripped open the box, making sure I couldn’t return them even if I wanted to, and checked to see if they fit. Of course they fit: it said so on the box. The point is, there’s no reason to get the goods with “added functionality” if you’re not going to use said “added functionality.”


It just pisses me off that my word’s not good enough.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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