Long dreary day it turned out to be. So beautiful, no wind, eighty degrees, beautiful day. Still, so hard to find motivation. Laying comfortably sprawled out. This dark cherry leather couch has a way of keeping me imprisoned. Same goes for the hypnotic, droning, dog, engine; plane, in the clouds. A fighter jet. Brendal in color, camouflaging the sky with brown and black. The roaring engine, humming in and out of sight as the craft ducks in and out behind the clouds. The brown perfectly matching the blue. Like the shape of the clouds as they drift through. carrying the wind and those that ride it. Like the duck. I can barely see it. So camouflaged in the sky. It’s blue. A blue duck. nine of them. racing. nine of them. of nine. Fuck, duck, for the duck, before it touches another ninth rainbow! High, in the, oh….. hi. Im
*biiiiing*
*booong*
What?! oh shit! HOLD ON! IM COMING! Come on boys, outside! yes yes i know there is someone at the door that’s why I’m sending you outside.
GIVE ME A SECOND TO GET THE DOGS OUT! HOLD ON! SORRY!!
come on enzo let’s go! good boy.
ugh, thanks for waiting. na, i knew you were coming. just fell asleep for a minute on the couch. ya it’s comfy.
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“This dark cherry leather couch has a way of keeping me imprisoned.” – This is my favorite line because I know the feeling.
mine as well. the visual feel that you can almost taste.