NormHorizontal habit
There are two pieces of furniture to choose from in a room: the chair and the couch. I am compulsive couch vegatation. In an ideal world, I’d never scrape myself out of the idle jacket of my bed. Fortunately, my mattress is like a pine box, otherwise I wouldn’t seek the sanctuary of the sofa. For someone of my name, I don’t suppose I am very much. If I was a saint, I would be in the animal enclosure. Normal isn't saintly; most were born with a wooden spoon in their mouth. Back to the couch, I watch the box and put pen to paper. Done dole deposits to death, deceived. I’m far from upright. Far from my own identity. Still prefer home, by choice. Put me on a couch and you won’t hear a peep out of me. Hard to get a vibrating stringed exhalation out of me at the best of times. As quiet as a mouse, I can’t click with others; my conversation is far from fluent. When it does flow it’s mere effluent. As a student, I make a fine truant. You won’t find me very much on a chair, posturing proudly. My compulsion is to lie. Upright and lying: opposite.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
you restored my faith....in furniture.
Nice to see your visage again.
Norm.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
it's mostly true and that's what hurts(in a funny way).
There's not a dry eye in my pants, mate.
Norm.
Always a fan of home - a choice.
Philosophy Blog
Neat comparison -- thanks for the post.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power