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Use me in times of trouble and then trouble me by throwing me out of the window, for if you try to preserve they will label you as a pervert. There have been times when people have said that the power to them has been very very special. Although the very simple structure and composition, I come in handy when you find yourself in trouble. Be it itching, or dust eradication, or your first sounding, healing wounds, your skills in cleaning intricate designs, sometimes when the brush is missing; I am the one preferred for the most of the work. Your ear needs me the most. Sometimes the whole human race feels helpless if I go missing. Whatever happens, I am the best, Just a straw with two cotton balls attached to it which makes a complete soul.
Sometimes, I feel that the helpless humans must be helped by someone otherwise, they are always beating around the bush literally or in other words are shooting in the air in an attempt to hunt the unseen bird that's crying.
Well, dry ones can be fine but the typical wet waxes are awful, the cotton tends to stick to it and as if sucking in all the nectar that is available.
One can find me in different colors and codes and different variables possible. Green, yellow and guess in almost all the colors although I have never worn the black jacket, neither any of those colors that resemble the color of the human dirt.
Anyways, that is 500 words from the Earbud and I am going, Bye....
Use me in times of trouble and then trouble me by throwing me out of the window, for if you try to preserve they will label you as a pervert. There have been times when people have said that the power to them has been very very special. Although the very simple structure and composition, I come in handy when you find yourself in trouble. Be it itching, or dust eradication, or your first sounding, healing wounds, your skills in cleaning intricate designs, sometimes when the brush is missing; I am the one preferred for the most of the work. Your ear needs me the most. Sometimes the whole human race feels helpless if I go missing. Whatever happens, I am the best, Just a straw with two cotton balls attached to it which makes a complete soul.
Life is tough
Hmm, life is tough here, I lead a tough life here. Just imagine if you are asked to clean someone's dirty ass with one's own tongue. If that doesn't amaze you much then this is for sure, You should be confident about the fact that the people are quite mad here. I have to do it with the mouth, yes, I clean a place much dirtier than the ass with my mouth and after doing all the dirty work, you just throw me out. People hate their own dirt, think of mine position. I am probably the cleanest thing on earth and after serving these dirty human beings, I have to go to hell and decay in some river of dirt called the drainage. Life is tough here where you get attracted to someone and leave the earth without seeing the outcome. It is like you are shown the paradise but when you reach there, they don't open the gates. The human ear is one of the awkward parts the humans have got, they tend to hide them with their hairs. Well, some like to sport the ear but the ear is too awkward to see, It is one of the most fearful parts the humans have got. It is like the gates of hell and when it opens you will find vibrations going on inside. The humans have eyes but everyone goes blind when it comes to scratching of the ear. They will scratch at random areas and it becomes funny sometimes while irritating at other times. Life is tough, I tell you, man, Life is tough, here.Sometimes, I feel that the helpless humans must be helped by someone otherwise, they are always beating around the bush literally or in other words are shooting in the air in an attempt to hunt the unseen bird that's crying.
Well, dry ones can be fine but the typical wet waxes are awful, the cotton tends to stick to it and as if sucking in all the nectar that is available.
One can find me in different colors and codes and different variables possible. Green, yellow and guess in almost all the colors although I have never worn the black jacket, neither any of those colors that resemble the color of the human dirt.
Anyways, that is 500 words from the Earbud and I am going, Bye....
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