<< Olive Juice >>
2003-09-07, 1:06 p.m.

When distracted, I have to remind myself that this may be my only life.

Sinking into the wrong moment isn't worth any of my time.

I am, of course, only from a jar. Life isn't that great when all you see is distorted images through green, tinted, water. Not to mention all of the other olives crowding to see the teasing escape route.

Now getting out of that jar, that's living. I just have to remember that I could roll under a table, chair, or loud appliance at any time. I have to pray that there aren't any toothpicks or vodka around.

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