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Significant experience at losing shoes, touch, money, my way, time, jobs, interest, weight, my identity, and a good friend's favorite aunt's impeccable neighbor's Fendi winter gloves.

I host a plethora of grammer parties, full of special celebraties like Adverbs, Dangling Modifiars, and Compound Words. With the arrival of Adjectives conversatoins can suddenly becom quite descriptive. I find mysellf secretly proofing every single Word that enters, no mattter how plain, popular, or offensive. I take detailed mental notes and once the party ends, I promplty email my unsuspecting guests a list of what I deem to be there best grammer "connectoins'.

So many courageous colors, with overrated Blues and Greens, and annoying barn door Red. Go home already. And there sits Gray in the front row, hand in the air, one foot impatiently tapping. Next to him, White. Such neutral partners, but oh, their popularity. Smells like a cloud. And make it cumulus. Okay, stratus. The mind has so much to renovate and express, especially when it’s sprinkled with purple psychosis. I waltz through it with a net. Bend. Sway. Twirl. I glide into every crooked corner. I bow to blurred images, curtsy to shadows, and applaud the untold. I catch, embrace, shift, and move. I grab my brush, sponge, palette knife, and acrylics, and head out to play because every blank canvas is a rumor, waiting to be a fact.