just as infectious as licking your tears from the pink eye that cries
should Joe slam two beers?
If I steal his lighter, he'll be sure to slam them--UGH, CRACK, FFiZZZZZZZZ, GULGULGULGULGULGUL, and!--s. ola. ce....
The problems with wearing corrective contact lenses are all the restrictions that seem to go along with them. In this case, it's a sticky, junked-out pink eye set on the left side of my otherwise ridiculously beautiful and symmetrical face. At the very least, my iris still shines bright electricity, but it's the sclera, lava melting the snow, that's incidiary tonight. It's this contagious, spreading plague of vision that prevents this otherwise able body to show up to work today and unless these antibiotic drops begin to take their effects, I am stuck here, under the leash of that cruel old man in the sky above.