I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
The room opposite has plain cream coloured walls. It's currently used as a Krate dojo. Most of the floor is covered with pink shock-absorbent crash-mats. Consequently, when the sun shines in through its ample windows, the whole space is lit with that rosy glow. I like the room best when it's empty. Karate people are very shouty, all that inner rage. And then there's the sound of bodies being slammed to the floor, oh my. Oh so not me. I think they should meditate more and yell less.
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The room opposite has plain cream coloured walls. It's currently used as a Krate dojo. Most of the floor is covered with pink shock-absorbent crash-mats.
ReplyDeleteConsequently, when the sun shines in through its ample windows, the whole space is lit with that rosy glow.
I like the room best when it's empty. Karate people are very shouty, all that inner rage.
And then there's the sound of bodies being slammed to the floor, oh my. Oh so not me.
I think they should meditate more and yell less.
Krate? KARA-TE!
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