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Drinking coffee (while listening to "Coffee" by Aesop Rock)

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
C.C. Colton

Sitting here
Reading "Ballistic" by Mr. Collins.
Watching the group that has gathered and grown
With the unfortunate redhead that really shouldn’t laugh.
He just doesn’t have the face for it.

There are no spectacular events.
Nothing worthy of crafting a timeless ode for.
No spark of love or death.

There’s only the murmur of five conversations
From ten pairs of people,
Filtering through my headphones
And Aesop Rock's "Coffee"
“And the last shall be the first to immerse in the pass-out heat.”

The only event worth noting
Was when their casual ambassador
Took the table next to me.
“We don’t need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies.”
Offering the, I- know-you-cant’-hear-me-so-I-will-just-smile,
Gesture of gratitude.

How selfish.

“Just because I don’t wanna war with you, it don’t mean go warm up the barbeque.”

They already have the largest group of friends here.
Why monopolize socializing,
By taking the empty space next to me,
Where potentially I could’ve made a friend too?
“This is what they make you take the medication for.”

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