Ok. So. For now, I am deciding to give up my -cets and drink. For now. To try an experiment. I will spend more time in contemplation of the little things. I will contemplate water in a glass and bubbles that rise to the top. Refractions of sad faces, furrows in foreheads multiplying and turning rainbow-like. I will think of clouds and their loose tendril edges, their soft pillow nature. I will puff them up in my mind and make it soft in there instead of anxious. I will not worry so much. I WILL NOT! Time for positive edges and outward reaching.
Sidewalks are splitting and cracking and sucking me into the under-vortexes and it is TOO MUCH FUN DOWN THERE! There is a fiend convention under the slabs, if only you will allow yourself to visit.
I will save my krunk for the weekends. I want to make loose bundles and hairy landscapes. Toast fabrications.
Wish me luck, as in good luck to me.