Options and aimless trips

Like in those old schl RPG video games, life should offer us our options more explicitly and blatantly. Like, with a pop-up option bar below the screen that reads,


"A: Get a drink, B: Buy a happy meal or C: Atkin's diet".


(left.right.up.down.enter) Navigation. Simple.



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FA submission was the worst submission experience ever. The sort of disturbance normal people would get from kicking a hamster down the stairs and watching a ball of fur spiral and bob down the stairs. Step after step after step. Ghastly. Actually no, i'm really just feeling peeved. But it ain't nuting to wail and grouch about.

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i dig.

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Absurdity.

Absurdity is a fluffy lemon yellow chihuahua that nibbles on your feet and claws at your knee. Now, being shorter than short, i let it get further than knees usually do. That is beside the point. Gnawing on your toes it tickles your inner soul. You don't stand there for long. You decide to go. Dear deflated hound dog, the world has no clue of the extent of your hold on me.

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Fatigue.
The little elves of the sandman hang onto my lashes, tugging, weighing the lids down. Their pointy lil shoes pressed upon my cheeks, their arms heaving away. Perhaps tonight's slumber will be satisfying after they put me to bed.