As we imagine a place understood only by a select few, this establishment meant for sordid trivialities, we languish in guilt and wonder why we deserve such a dubious honor.
But then we look at the scenario once more. Sure, we’re in rarified air, but what does that really mean? Do we need this separation from the common folk?
I mean, it’s not like this McDonald’s is anything special.
Wrap me up in a curtain and give me a lobotomy, I’m starving!
The enchilada had green stuff. I don’t know if that means vegetables were involved. It very easily could have been mold. I found it in the back of the refrigerator.
When life boils down to nothing more than pursuing livelihood for the sake of movement, an astute observer must do everything in his power not to spiral headlong into a nasty bout of depression.
The solution? I haven’t found one yet.
Time is made for those who can’t stand to live in a body without knowing what to do next.
So as a gator takes your wheels from you, don’t be meek. Stand up to the reptile and reclaim what is yours. You have no need to fear a jaw and teeth, they can do nothing but crush your bones and extinguish the life force from your body.
Her woeful wiles fell short, well well.
Considering the impish nature
taken by a broad swath
of otherwise integral humans,
I would go as far as to say
that our consciousness guides us
to the clock of chance that spins
under porridge bowls
while Goldilocks tests her meal.
Translation: Her attempt at seduction with a pitiful approach blew up in her face. Well well. Considering that a lot of good people do a lot of crappy stuff, I would say that we need to take our own risks.
WHARVED 