All of these pants seem so filthy anymore. Every single one of them khaki with dark spots that ripple out from the center like oil soaking rags. I feel sorry for people being worn by filthy pants because they can’t see beyond their lap. They have no idea the more filthy their pants the more filthy everything around them could be if they would only choose to get over their illness. To see beyond the filth and acknowledge everything as filthy but equally as clean is seeing beyond their khakis. No matter how decent one feels in khakis they still always look drab and dull, especially to other boring people. Those who see the depth of folds in slacks and the filth in khakis are not trained to do so but instead are determined to keep their own pants from being spotted by the eclectic and crazy.
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This blog is a multifaceted writing/journaling approach to recovery from mental illness and addiction. I am not a comedian but rather a rattled jewel of sarcasm encased in art. Health, humor, and love is what I seek under the umbrella of family. View all posts by Francis Erich McElroy
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