pleasant things
are like fireworks:
they last a few
and puff out of existence
leaving sweet memories and nostalgia
but
shit
is like skunk's stink:
u didn't see it coming
and then it's too late. u've stepped into the trap (or sometimes, the trap stepped into u. u know, skunks can run).
and then it's all over u. overpowering ur senses
making u hate the ability to smell
bc now all u can smell is EWWWWWW T_T
and u have to sweat and cry to escape from it
and then clean up the mess
for months on end
and what's left is trauma that haunts u
that u then have to process and cry it all out
remembering how nasty and wretched it was.
how u hate skunks and want them FUCKING GONE
even tho they cute.
and if ur lucky, u leave with merely a scar, not a bleeding, painful wound.
covered with scars by the time u arrive at the final stop.
but...
let's not think abt the shit
--HA, JOKE'S ON U! SHIT THINKS ITSELF! *złowieszczy polski śmiech*
yup, that's brain: it doesn't really have the tendency to ruminate on the good parts - instead
it gets stuck on the bad ones. and makes up all sorts of catastrophes, so very creative and passionate, to scare u away from continuing on with ur life.
skunk invasion incoming
it must be related to the current president *conspiracy theories intensify*
i got cursed by the skunk spirit
what if i run into more skunks?
what if the stink is not actually gone? have i gone delusional?
i think sth is wrong with my olfaction...
i need to move out of here. escape skunks. maybe on Mars. yes!
scared to open the door now
scared to open A WINDOW. can skunks jump? can they climb?
...
but never does our brain ruminate on but how cute it looked tho. just standing there, black and white, so floofy. like a penguin covered in fur. ...with that stupid tail of doom, before it sprayed on me. WHY THE FUCK ARE THOSE NASTY SHITS CUTE.
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let's laugh at this comedy we experience. no medicine like laughter :DDDDD
[i still want to punch mocarnie]
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ooo, kolor "publish" zmienili. ładny zielony.
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