Showed my cat an egg this morning,
It was artificial, not the cat,
He did not seem to enjoy it very much,
Sniffing for a real one, I suppose,
I have never stepped on one before, though it was very entertaining,
A mess though not it was at all,
Major bummer,
A Mexican tradition that seems to require a lot of force, to have fun with,
The color of it was yellow,
With multi-colored confetti inside,
Something that I would like to have done at a random speed,
Surprising those that I love,
It is a major enjoyment for me to write about these random chaos functions,
Until next time, peeps.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Very colorful and joyous poem. Love it💛