Journal log entry, a brain-numbing gray day because it was, and that's okay the trees and lawn covered with gropple even the black squirrels were sour-pusses the neighbor dogs didn't want a walk in it the brain was tilted eyes blurry and waking, a chore yes, that's just fine to be offline in hibernation mode a shamrock shake adding a sugar coma fingers on the keys with nothing to press a big zero in the melting gray matter - the internal squishy walls closing in the hag-muse is drugged no makeup or blush could simulate life gray as gravel tasting like ass need a new toothbrush missing bristles between two teeth with a broken end of bloody floss wrinkles in the glass match the day swallowing all desire to play so let's waste cash on trash on eBay.
What’s the Matter?
19
Feb