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Saturday Mornings

You turn me on only when it’s convenient for you. Desperately dashing against the clock to ensure you are always amused and exhilarated by me. so that maybe you’ll stay, maybe you’ll care, maybe you’ll come back. Nothing seems to be working and I am now abruptly left in the dark, cartooned, trapped, until the next time you feel spiritless and want to see the cat chasing the mouse.

Saturday Mornings

You turn me on only when it’s convenient for you. Desperately dashing against the clock to ensure you are always amused and exhilarated...