Finding Mr Paolo

Feb 16 2009 ∞
Walking on the beach. It was an unmemorable day. I’d much rather have been watching Buffy. It’s a new thing. Buffy and Whedon. I was all sixth sense, and that seemed to fade - then I was Boston legal. We all have talents and I’m simply trying to locate my very own. What if I had spent my whole life “looking” I ask you? Hoping that another man’s (or woman’s) talents had been my own. It’s nonsensical. I can’t yo-yo or crap shoot. I can’t spelunk, though I try. I’m run-of-the-mill and that takes effort. It’s become impossible to be this impossibly standard. I can’t vomit milk through my eye-socket - that talent is reserved for Gods. I can show you pictures.

Walking on the beach. It was an unmemorable day. I’d much rather have been watching Buffy. It’s a new thing. Buffy and Whedon. I was all sixth sense, and that seemed to fade - then I was Boston legal.

We all have talents and I’m simply trying to locate my very own. What if I had spent my whole life “looking” I ask you? Hoping that another man’s (or woman’s) talents had been my own. It’s nonsensical.

I can’t yo-yo or crap shoot. I can’t spelunk, though I try.

I’m run-of-the-mill and that takes effort. It’s become impossible to be this impossibly standard. I can’t vomit milk through my eye-socket - that talent is reserved for Gods.

I can show you pictures.

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