When I feel like running around the streets screaming stupid stupid like a little brat with no social tightening and when I feel like saying aah no that’s Mister Crow my stomach tells me not to and my brain emits various signals so what am I to do?
A spin is a spin is a spin but did I really?
Gorgeous Belgian chocolates shaped like sea shells and delicious creamy tangy cheese.
Momentarily I forget.
So I snarl and bitch and snarl some more and curve myself around the work grind and escalating hours.
Twenty two years of existing.
Tonight the lights will bounce off my hair, and I’ll submerge.
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submerge and float
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