Meade's Ball
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Not in the slightest fascinating, but i count too often the number syllables in a sentence i say, hoping most of all they'll amount to 10 or its multiples and ideally rarely 6 and its devilish mathematical descendants. I don't mind 9s so much, but they're not as clean and correct as a neat 10. I count them with either my jaw or wobbleable upper torso muscles, the left side always going first. And also i try my hardest when walking, but most when running, to trot to the left hand side of those hatches in the pavement used for gas or telephonic repair. I began to grow a tad nervous about them almost 10 years ago, convinced i was to fall through one of them at one point, and then deciding that the angle in which i avoid them is a statement to the heavens in some way of which political side i am on. Running to the right of them makes me feel guilty and i'd quite like life's overseer to know that i didn't do it on purpose and therefore hate the poor and only think of myself.