glowy mushrooms

a cold breeze surrounds you, as you take out your lunch and sit down on a bench next to the bridge.
slowly, a few flowers from the tree behind you, float through the freezing air. 

two ants walk up to your bench, arguing about how they can't afford to pay the bills this month and a couple of humans jump screaming into the water. 
you watch two of them drowning as you take a bite out of your lunch and listen to the dolphins laughing about it while they are getting raped underneath the closing water. 

grass-green giraffes wander over to you and drop three dead birds into your lap. you sigh. not again. questioning why the world is always against you, you stand up and softly take a deep breath.  you make your way home and try to avoid stepping on glowing mushrooms that smile up to you and greet you with the nicest compliments, you've ever heard.

then you start hitting yourself over and over again. over. over. over and over. until you cannot feel your face anymore and then: black. you wake up in the emergency room and two males nurses make out beside you on the floor. the doctor walks in and kicks them to the side as he checks your condition. blood starts dripping from the ceiling and the doctor lies down next to the nurses and starts to passionately suck on the end of your bedsheets.

how did you get into this situation? the giant floating head of your best friend levitates to the end of your bed and vomits disgusting words of shame onto you.

a loud spanking sound appears text to your head and the raspy voice of your math teacher screeches: | you lazy assholes shouldn't sleep in my class! | and the next thing you know is a pathetic snake biting your neck and spreading those harmful words again.