in the time of watermelon sugar...
Yesterday a man followed me around the grocery store because i had watermelon in my cart. He kept making comments about it. "I need to get me some watermelon this summer." "That watermelon sure does look good." "That's what I need in this weather, some watermelon." I just kept smiling and and nodding knowingly, but after awhile he started to creep me out. The conversation never tipped the subject of watermelon and it was like being stuck in some sort of weird time warp where everyone else thought that minutes were passing, but I realized that everything just kept repeating and repeating until the vortex spun out of control and I had woven myself out of existence. I swear, even though you don't remember me now I was once a friend or enemy of yours. Before the watermelon man swallowed my life force.