le gorille violet

i like to eat fromage

i felt like i was sprinting…and that was too much.

so i walked.

but who has time for that?

now i think i’ll try to jog.

existence is far too full to sprint past the trees (7-11 coffee shops.!)  but dwelling on dormant puddles of tuesday’s precipitation isn’t quite what i have in mind.

my brain feels an all too special kinship with rotting cheese at the moment so to sleep i must go.