When your world is created from wool, it’s nearly impossible to determine that it’s over your eyes.
Like a fork in the road, we took a turn for the worse a while back and the forest is smelling like we walked into a trap. And, why is the path so clear but the ditches are killer steep?
Our brains are being pummeled by thoughts of RUN! and THIS AIN’T RIGHT! but those thoughts run counter to our reality of all them shakers and moo-vers at McDonald’s and Walmart. Hey, they’re not stampeding, so why should I?
Then something in your head goes BUSHHHHHH and you remember Hooters and your ‘friends’ and that fucker who parked too close to your F150. FUCKING PEOPLE! rambles through your brain and then you realize you’re driving.
No worries. Take a wee sip of the shit we call normal and swish it a bit before spitting it onto your shirt.
See that brown?
Normal is clear.
That shit’s inside you…
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