10-01-00
I should have been a diamond in the rough. Carefully cut and polished, a treasure to be revered, coveted and prized by those in the know.
I'll never be set in a Tiffany mount, polished, and wrapped around your finger, nor you around mine.
Instead I'm occluded, peppered with flaws, and suitable only for industrial-grade use.
I'm the grit on your sandpaper, the teeth on your sawblade.
