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sorabji.com: What does it look like where you are?: shoes
By amanda the shoe salesman on Tuesday, January 2, 2001 - 11:59 pm:

    walking back from the subway i see a pair of shoes near a curb. they sit there as if the owner was standing on the cur ready to walk into the street when suddenly he disappeared into nothingness. i stood there for a few moments, next to the shoes hoping i could join the owner. when i got impatient i walked home.

    i got really drunk last night. got all kinds of crazy and made a fool of myself. i showed a friend the scariest coldest fuckedup side of me. are we still friends? i think so, but i don't understand.

By Daniel ssss on Wednesday, January 3, 2001 - 12:22 am:

    Hey there A.I.T.: why are you moving to New YorK?

    Are the shoes there brighter?

By Hal on Wednesday, January 3, 2001 - 05:13 am:

    God life is fucked up...

By Tom on Wednesday, January 3, 2001 - 08:43 pm:

    I'm sure it'll work out, Amanda. Everyone has their locked up stuff; probably even this friend of yours. If they're worth their salt, they'll probably see that. What are friends for, if not to abide by (and occasionally dig on) random moments of insanity?

    I'm missing a pair of shoes. Anybody seen 'em?

By pez on Monday, January 8, 2001 - 05:35 pm:

    shoes. nice things when they fit. and when i get more than the minimum hours.