little dollies hypnotic MagneTism lull me into a childlike state of conTENTment? when my yelling isn't enough... when my pleading isn't enough... when my pleasing isn't enough... the dollies are there. angry and frustrated sitting down with the pretend in10tion of straightening things up, getting things tidy... being good... having all bases covered. but i know what i'm there for. to visit the friends who listen to me, who let me control their world, who sit down when they are told, who don't yell or jump or scream at the top of their lungs. they all get along splendid lee. they have a never ending supply of pizza and cake and pi and coughfee. they sit outside in worn carpeted backyard staring calmly into each others loving plastic FAEces. bbq that's never burned or done evenlee spaced on perfect grill. flip it over when they tire of looking at it and it MAGIc lee disappears. no scrubbin or nothin. and night-night comes from 4 to 9 times a day. they all climb tHEIR MAGIc stairs to tHEIR MAGIc rooms with tHEIR MAGIc beds. i tidy up a bit, then content, i leave them. my hand knows where to find the remote as i sit on the sofa with the pretend in10tionS of adulthood.
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[↑date and clarification -- *i said want 2 kiss the dolly -- :inside joke: -- a girl i used to babysit long long long ago said this in a funny moment... i've never forgotten it]
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