And they're like two nylon ropes unraveling at the ends. We use a lighter to singe the ends to keep them from being frayed. Each little strand is one big secret. The rope gets wrapped around your neck, and vision gets blurry with a shortness of breath. Our secrets choke us, and restrict us. To tie them in knots is a great defense to keep people from straightening them out...figuring them out. That can't happen. When it's coiled up it's easier to carry, because I hate it when I trip on the loose end. Maybe my rope is longer, but maybe not.
An uncorked bottle of wine existed 1 hour ago, but it has since disappeared. As well as these menthol cigarettes mysteriously left here overnight. Just observations. Cognitive dissonance is masked hilarity.
But yeah, they're the same.
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