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Thursday April 26th 2012, 9:45 pmSpilled upon rudely, the complexion of them both is blotched and stained. There is a complaining creak when either pivots or shifts from side to side, sounding weary of seemingly never-ending duty. Companions through thick and thin, with worn patches of cloth, their skin, that reveal spongy squishy innards. Ripped holes and sinewy like strands that crisscross on these inflictions. Their bodies are only thin lengths of steel, and very rarely paid attention to. Each of them use five legs, extending outward in the shape of a pentacle, an appropriate shape when considering they protect against slipping or tipping. They’ve seen so many vivid things, and witness to light or heavy hearted conversations. Quietly listening to decisions made with ease of mind, or occasionally bursts of frustration. Some things were joyous, while others probably shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company. But overall they share in leading a mundane existence. Remaining always vigilant at their stations, ready to be called up for steady action of numerous variety at a moments notice. Their job is to only provide support, such a simple task really, and so they sit in this without any pride or arrogance. They just simply are, but with the occasional lamenting creak.
The Simple Story Of The Purple Chairs
April 26th 2012
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