the difficulty was not with tsundoku so much as it was with society and the tendency they had to work and work and work the plentiful jobs none of which supplied the proper income to live on the blade
they acquired the skin of a melon ... layers upon layers of bruised rejection ... exterior to a sweetness saved for the one true love they had yet to lay eyes on
the radiance kinda annoyed her. she wanted it dulled like a monotone voice or an overcast sky. but here she was caught in the middle of a flashbulb. oh well. better make the most of it. she turned the key and started a conversation with the older man. he had a good take.
I woke up in a pejorative mood and mostly toward myself all the faults I could find in the mirror and at my feet the longing eyes looked up. the green eyed black cat saved my sorry ass once again!