grasp bottle push on cap
one must simultaneously grasp cap and twist now
once twisted remove candy vitamin.
you know? too many b vitamins only leads to vivid dreams
the last was of being kidnapped by the foreign apathetic
only to be rescued maybe by mom being oblivious.
I’m not really sure I was rescued but a choice of direction was made
I awake to squawks as it’s just as natural for sex to mean children
in this case puppyville.
I think on processes like that of sugar fermented is booze but one too many parties later it just means sugar
sugar for a diabetic is a choice too. but so too is no.
no offense, so many choices seem of no more value than if x train leaves at 6 traveling blah mph, and why from wherever else leaves at whatever going super blah blah mph when is the head-on collision?
I do know, I wasn’t entirely useless at ALL algebra, but the meaning of it eluded me and so did it’s insistence on a churchly way.
I awoke to squawks and visited the pups only to move them to momma to shut up. I counted 9 I know I have 11 I should go check/recheck. one day in and momma wants space.
I’m really not quite thinking – best time to write before the day burns down with the sun came up. an hour booted to the back of the line for my runts will be nothing new to them….however I feel for them almost
just about as much feeling as nature ever seems to have really for any of us in general.
who ever really comes of age? into their own.
all their ever is is squawking. I suppose if I noticed the audience changes now and again.
let me make sure mine doesn’t dwindle…just as I felt I wasn’t ever save..yet here I am so I must’ve been.