Saturday, May 3, 2008
tools
I had a tool once and when I used it my arm hurt. I took the tool and flung it into the river and as it flew in the air I realized that tool was entirely too expensive to be flying through the air like that. It did'nt even look right to me. I found no joy. As it landed in the water and began its journey strait to the bottom, I arrived at a conclusion. I told myself I would never again wear these boots because as the tool left my hand my foot slipped making the journey too short. I figure with the right shoes and some practice, I could throw the next tool even further; maybe even across the entire river.
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