was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Outside in the cold, unrelenting, rain, I came face to face with an all white skunk. It looked at me and I looked at it. We knew. "Just leave me alone. Not today." We went our separate ways. It could see it in my eyes that I didn't want to deal with any of that mickey mouse bullshit (TM).
Good jeans don't last. They rip and tear, leaving you exposed. I think this is all metaphor. There is something appropriate here though. The period when I bought these jeans and when they left me coincide like some post-war commie conspiracy. Fluoridation. This just acts as bookends in this chapter.
I'm a mess. There is so much I can't say. I hope tonight I sleep. I hope these dreams stop.
Good jeans don't last. They rip and tear, leaving you exposed. I think this is all metaphor. There is something appropriate here though. The period when I bought these jeans and when they left me coincide like some post-war commie conspiracy. Fluoridation. This just acts as bookends in this chapter.
I'm a mess. There is so much I can't say. I hope tonight I sleep. I hope these dreams stop.