Rich people and children chew squares of pure milk chocolate. The chocolate lovers who do not fall into either of those categories let the chocolate melt in their mouth and desperately persuade their own tongue to keep the sweet morsel away from their surrounding teeth.
Or so my theory goes.
A photo shoot will take place on Saturday night. Although, he likes light, shapes and reflections and I’ve decided I like people. Perhaps I can persuade him to find the living or maybe we can compromise.
There was a time when I liked work. Actually, it was last week. This week I’m searching for something different but it won’t happen because I go to school.
Damn the man.
Damn the everyday man.
The other day I woke up with a red diamond shape on the top of my foot. We had many theories. The one that stuck: an alien came in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. It mistook my foot for a succulent brain. It was slightly taken aback when It discovered my foot was not actually my brain. Not having enough time to actually find my actual brain It put a tracking devise in my foot and called it an evening.
It was my mom’s theory actually. I got a bit squeamish when she finished her alien theory.
“You’ll be sorry when I’m crazy!” I shouted. “I’ll keep referring to the tracking devise in my foot all because you planted that idea into my head.”
“You’re much too logical to go crazy,” was her reply.
Do you think so?
1 comment:
Absolutly NOT! you are not to logical. You've got just the right amount of logic, which I will soon crush!
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