Sunday, March 9, 2014

Non-Pseudo Cousinry

They're amazing really. All very different. All bloody amazing. Not like others, you know. Really not at all. Barely known and yet, blood. So close to your hopes. Connected. A times the hip. Attacking from both sides. Sitting in the library. Road trips. Playing the guitar.  Hiding in a cubby. Climbing to your death. Scaring the masses. Running down toads. Pulling trucks. Single letters. I'm not sure they make quivers for crossbows. Course, the chittlins wouldn't appreciate that, but the best there is. Faults. Flaws. Doubts. Losses. Smart remarks. Yes. But they are mine. And of them I am proud.

The pseudo too.

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