Like every other human being in the multiverse, I cannot live without my inalienable rights.
My recipe for well-being involves a healthy dosage of freedom, justice, peace, and democracy. Perceived or otherwise. Particularly democracy.
On some days, when it gets wet and miserable, a select group of damp neurons in my brain catch a cold and sneeze. The violent blast sends a crazy idea bouncing around the insides of my skull.
Change the Weather.
It was this particular day, as I stood under a bus shelter contemplating the mildly interesting idea of Changing the Weather, that a mynah flew across the road and dumped its load.
I was inspired.
Why not change the country instead?
Raindrops steadily pounded the mynah's poop. It was a battle of nature versus poop. Sure enough, poop could not take nature's relentless assault and began to run.
To my horror, the running poop started to form two "P" shaped words right smack in the middle of the road. As if on cue, an apple flew from behind and landed neatly between the "P" shaped streams of poop.
The poop-apple-rain omen was clear, as my horror dissolved into resignation and evaporated into disgust.
The bus swerved into sight, and I wonder if I will see that cute girl in school today.
(to be continued...)
1 comment:
Blurry sucks.
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