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3 things i really suck at:
running.
i haven't got the usual supply of cartilege in my knees, thanks to what i charitably call a "sporting incident" in my youth compounded by years of being overweight. it's like i have to con my body into even trying to run, which results in much flailing of the arms and a general pantomime of running without much in the way of actual speed and certainly no trace of elegance.
direction
i have no discernable sense of direction.
i get lost all the time.
drawing
i think i may be the worst on earth.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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