On occasion, I operate on my brain and an obtrusive thought passes: open up the obsolete vein in your thigh to see if it overflows like an overwhelming, outstanding extraordinary waterfall honoring the oversights youve made in this life.

Suppose it will be as satisfying as spring water and cool, crisp cucumber sandwiches chilling as the sun cascades over your kitchen counter.

Time elapses quickly, quite a quandary for you and your quirky personality. Quilted patterns and quoted artists acquaint your spirit with your quiet mind.

Formidable female figures can never forgive filthy forefathers, fate, and fatal mistakes. Fear feeds the friendly folks.

Gargantuan giants grill geniuses with great minds. Gratefully we still gather and give to unknown gods.

Blue veins leave blurry lines that blend into bland, barcoded, and broken borrowers of time. Bleeding out baseless blame and burden.

Never have I had the nerve to admit the necessary notices of life. Non believers of negative energy nurturing unknown denial.

Time will tell tales of torment. Terminating trust and triumph alike. Traumatized troopers just trying to get by.

Dormant, dying, deadly thoughts enter dangerous domain to doom me diligently and indefinitely. Doorways to damage control demolished.

Poor person has been patient but painstakingly pretends the perilous pain doesn't persist permanently. Punctuated by poking prodding piercing pressure in the chest.

Maybe she can mosey along moping through multiple mondays and mournful mornings. Making the most of each merry day