I hear you.

I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing … Continue reading I hear you.

Good morning.

Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle... ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?! … Continue reading Good morning.