What am I doing?

Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.

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This is the opposite of suck.

Ah crap, there goes my summer, out the window, down the drain, into the cake, under the panda...

I attempted to clean my room the other day. I found many things hidden in odd places. There was a sock between my mattress and the bedframe. It was not my sock. There was also a box full of marbles. This threw me off because the box was clearly labelled 'Kinder Surprise', although I suppose marbles instead of chocoloate is somewhat of a surprise.

Rocket Strike Moon and our Spicy Chicken songs. What an unexpected twist in the middle of the night, especially the foray to the Burger King that claimed to be open until midnight but was merely just the drive-thru. And the burning, the burning deep within my bowels.

My phone buttons no longer work.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well written article.