Friends become stones in your pockets. A crow has pecked buttons off your calculator. Your house is a place of no comfort, water fills the floors. A tune rattles about your fingers, lingering for a while in your skull. With a pencil you write words on a lined paper pad. The television guide makes more sense. Deliberately you circle an incompetent haiku. Acquaintances send you details of technical innovations.
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