listening to headset on the train today. remembered how much i love the progression of the spoken bits, especially the last line.
a woman told me her breath smelled of fish and smiled
i met a man who told me his passion was fountain pens
he told me that if the bailiffs came they could take his house
as long as they left his fountain pens
he said, i'll live in a cardboard box and take my fountain pens
a woman passed me in the street, talking into a cell phone
enjoy your lasagna, she said
today we shouted a lot but eventually it made us happy
last night it was a disaster
today we are two steps away from disaster
i'm tired but i'm happy.
(me too, sister. 
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