Ever have a long, crappy day and then just when you are sitting peacefully on a public toilet taking a long, reflective piss…suddenly swoosh! (Technically, this sentence should have ended with a question mark, but whatever, it’s a rhetorical question so your opinion doesn’t matter.)The unwanted automatic flush. Were you done pissing? No, you had barely made it halfway through when the toilet determined for you that your piss was concluded. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: September 2015
Thoughts of 10/27/14
I had been feeling small.
You made me feel
like a small bottle of ink.
Insidious even if
the slightest bit spills.
You let me take over;
I needed control.
Blur
My existence is blurred
like the line between
‘do what you love’ and
‘love what you do’.