thirty minutes she sits a-ponder, mortality and banana split filled thoughts in tow. life is not getting easier, she tells herself. her gum has lost it's flavor. damn carefree, capitalistic bastards, false advertising on the promise of freeing the minds of many from human anxieties. she thinks too much. and now.... she stands.
too many times have I been subject to the perpetual miss-bliss of harsh reality. i have always been good at imagining, at keeping my head in the clouds alice in wonderland style, because real life is terrifying. in the land of overpacked volvo's and daily new horizons, decisions are never more difficult than the purple polka-dot rainboots or the black rainbow-striped ones, the spicy nachos or nachos just. in that world problems don't exist longer than the amount of time it takes to drive from one edge of town to the other. in that world, the rearview mirror is behind you, so a glance inside it fills you with lofty ideals and giggle-fits induced by a future of only the most uncertain sort. no, this world is oblivion and happy face license plates and cookies for breakfast.
this world is simple.
i find myself now in the secret solitude of my favorite willow, chewing pen caps and contemplating seattle. in particular, fleeing there. i don't know exactly what i'd find there but another road to follow (chase?) to somewhere else. all i know is i don't have a clue.
and if there is something wrong with that, there is definitely something wrong with me.
(pause for faint sound of flask crushing on the occasion that is is empty)
(applause)
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