A Fair Exchange

Here's kind of a "found poem" made from random statuses, generated by Status Bot, which scrambles words and sentences that I have actually used in prior Facebook statuses and comments:



A FAIR EXCHANGE

I traded a little jaunt into the latter showtime
of the vintage cars in the Vashon Highway in the sky
though I still think Seattle will do for a week of studio.
I traded a tarot reading for a guy
wearing a skirt and red tights,
hoisting a baby in one arm,
while snow was falling at the light coming over,
to get very far from tofu to take antibiotics.
I traded little paper cups and then went to tell them
that pot brownies sound like a good point,
while we were there at last.
I traded a regulator, because I can't remember.
I traded a vasectomy a long time ago.
I traded a sweet little swimming pool, though,
while looking around for mementos
of my own wanton self indulgence.
I traded a delicious meal of antibiotics.
I traded a benign child's beverage, dolled up with this photo.
I traded a couple of swims in a newt.
I traded a situation eerily similar to whatever I wanted
to consciousness without pain.
I traded a lot like a long time ago, already.
I traded a shock to me,
the moment has twelve houses,
and all of a quarter inch of money, even.
I traded a backpack, though, and Holland,
15 years ago still the clip,
soon to know that 54,000 people are here visiting.