elephant trampoline telephone (FW)
I just woke up from a dream; I couldn't remember my mother's telephone number. She hasn't had a phone for seven years, and I'm running around her house, looking for a goddam telephone book.
Then some other stuff happens and I realize I can't contact her anyway, unless it's an EMERGENCY. Now, police are involved. Uh-oh. I wake up, and here it is: it's a
Clash Of The Titans.
Again.
So, it's a bit of a hot mess. Let me tell you about the girl who poisoned me with Mercury —
she doesn't actually have to come back
at all.
Of course, I could be wrong and I probably am. I'll just watch this grass grow. Stupid grass. Dumb pollen. Asshole grasshoppers.
Whatever.
Smooth
You should post something cool next time, like, “quantum insertion detected.” It'll give you some
gravitas. You might like it. Live a little, huh?