Call it a midlife crisis. Call it a justifiable reaction to what reality around me has become. Call it a complete breakdown of my mental well being. Just don’t call it a comeback. There’s no coming back from this.
I figure I’ll just let go. Go into the light. I’m still alive, but mentally I’ll be already gone.
Weeeeeeee!!! Let’s fall down on the ice again, and explode into a million pieces, and eat some rock candy! That’s not candy! It’s my toe! That’s what Joe Walsh used to say. Smoooooooke on the water…a pencil in your eye…
stares blankly at a wall
That leprechaun smells like toast.
But I only have a hundred ducks in a line?
My religion is absurdism, so not a religion! Can your religion have a god cat too?
(Absurdism isn’t absurd at all, it’s actually quite neat).
I have no idea what thoughts or emotions you’re trying to convey. Kind of just sounds like the mindless ramblings of a crazy person. Which means OBVIOUSLY you’re in! Also, please give me 100 ducks. I’m going to find someone who makes duck helmets, and duck military outfits, and we’re going to storm the beaches of Petsmart! FOR FREEEEDOOOOMMM!!! Quack quack quack quack quack! OH FUCK!!! THE DUCKS HAVE GUNS AND THEY’VE GONE ROUGE!!!
Quack!
I mean, I’m on!