The first thing I noticed was the recoil. Its pear shape shifted rhythmically, reminding me of two balloons, filled with water, held at the end by their openings. Shake one half and it reverberated; and then the other...the beat was intoxicating.
Covered in twill-weave, which somewhat confined movement, its finely woven cotton added a luxurious sheen, and provided a pleasing constraint...for these eyes at least...and of course there was the mystery.
And what of this secret that men went to war to defend, that empires were built upon, and for which heinous crimes were committed? It's the reason we all exist, based upon our common genetic code. But I wasn't interested in any of that...not as an amateur poet, historian or sociologist. I just wanted to enjoy the relaxing motion of the fundament, and wonder when I would be allowed to unravel the mystery.
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After all the juicy description before, when I got to that word "fundament," that just cracked me up. I don't know maybe I was wanting to laugh all along and was too busy with the visual and anticipating where you were going... turns out you were going nowhere... not this time anyway, lol! And so, the mystery remains...
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I have a weird sense of humor...no, I was going no where which for me is about where I always go.
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LOL here is the butt!
Mine looks like half filled water balloons
This was funny, your story, specially first and last paragraph.
The butt, that would be a great title lol
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I think you read this many years ago. Thanks!
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The downfall of many a good man can be traced back to the produce aisle.
You did word this obsession piece quite delicately.
I don't think I was supposed to read this...lol.
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Weird humor, lol Less delicate than I'd write it today.
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