..again she was thinking about that curious condition. mild and painless. no adverse effects on health or appearance, no limitations on functioning capacity. perfectly unnoticeable. don't ask don't tell. don't think about it, or it will leap to the forefront of consciousness, rudely disregard all else and quickly take over the imagination. daydreaming, remembering, frustrated, annoyed, upset, angry, sad, and grieving. warm frustration slowly and generously boils up inside, pleasant pressure inside the head lets those goddamn salty drops slowly glide and fall straight down. imagination runs away instantaneously into that curious place in time, that mysterious moment in the future that will come and go and when the counting will stop
...when, in the absence of a proper ice scraper before your morning commute, you remove ice from the car's windows using your AAA card.
thank you thorion
...there is life after Honk! Fest. It involves resisting the urge to dance to the sound of brass bands playing in my head. And repeatedly searching…