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[pearwaldorf]

Did not get ripped upon today. Was even more pleased, as my manager is taking a few well-deserved days off and shall be going on vacation soon. I get paid tomorrow and will soon have a fan to get me through the sweltering Portland summer, as well as aromatherapy candles to dampen the effects of corporate insanity. And I wrote a poem on the back of my pay stub.

Artificial rain whuffs out onto the sidewalk,
billowing a false cloud of fog.
The mist clings to my hair as it falls.

The bricks, unlike the earth,
never know the difference.