Friday, February 6, 2009


Storage just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.

If you store food
It either molds
Or ends up as access
Stored memories
Rehash bad feeling
Emphasize good times
Dissatisfy you with today.
Store objects take up space,
Then time when re-found
Then space when re-stored.

Whoever invented storage
Will never be invited to my house for tea.

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