Fuck you.

Today I feel like a rock.
A rock because I don’t really plan
on doing much moving. And because
rocks don’t feel much of anything
and that’s sort of my goal for today.
Or the rest of my life.
But we all know that when we try to
be rocks
we end up as something quite the
opposite, (maybe just in my head,)
a sponge.
And a sponge does a really great
job of soaking every fucking thing
in.
But I guess on the bright side,
whether I’m a rock or a sponge today,
either option is better than being me.

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Sunday Apr 4 @ 10:50am
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