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The mess builds without you noticing. And before you know it you’ve knocked down a stack of books and ripped the side off of a high rise, your footprints marking the streets. At some point you remember to clean, but the pile builds so fast, too fast to keep up with.
There’s a ring on the dresser in Boston and a long island in the hand of a friend. And the flies are starting to swarm, and you can’t ignore your mess for much longer. And you justify. You explain. You give excuses to grieving families and insist it’s not your fault. “I was curious. And I ended up making a mess.” You’re the long island. You’re the ring. You’re the monster in the streets. And you’re the mess.
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Ryan C. RobertRyan C. Robert is the writer of multiple comedy blogs, most of which are satirical and self-deprecating. He writes about his life in his personal essay series "Before Color," parodies cooking blogs in "Trish's Dishes" and posts writing prompts every single day. Archives
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