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the_wood_grain_man
Strideo so I was sitting on the toilet in the guest bathroo- wait! don't go!

okay I know I don't usually start off my stories with myself seated on a toilet but it's not really about that so . . .

I look down at the hardwood- WAIT! let me finish!

AHEM! I look down at the hardwood FLOOR and for some reason my mind decides on this day to anthropomorphize a figure from the abstract textures of the wood grain of the hardwood floor. the strange thing is that now that I have recognized that particular patch of wood texture to resemble a man now I'll always see him there like this new little stranger in the floor.

it even seems odd to me that I didn't pick this peculiar feature out sooner because once I saw the resemblance he seems so obvious to me. he looks sort of like a little guy in a strange disco pose with one hand on his hip and the other hand pointing out to the side and his face is pointed up to the sky with a cartoonishly large mouth wide open ready to receive the falling rain. he has a dark tiny wood knot to form an eye on the side of his face and he has a little wooden heart in the middle of his chest.

now that I think about it's kind of strange that the only place we have hardwood floors is the entryway and this little guest bathroom but I doubt that's as strange as me telling everyone about this.
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071229
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woody Cartoonishly big mouth eh? Well, you can be damn sure I won't be arborizing the likes of you again. 071229
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u24 this blathe demands a picture. 071229
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hah? you sound stoned man ! 071229