my brain in a blender!
if you took my brain out of the skull it sits in and stuck it in a blender, you'd get some kind of funky pink sludge. and from that sludge would arise a cloud of vapor the vapor of my hopes and dreams, half-formed imaginings of what i might do someday when i figure out what exactly it is i'm meant to. if i figure it out i have a whole world at my fingertips but i can't bring myself to snap - a snap that could create a universe or just a small clicking noise that echoes inside my mind as the touch of my fingertip lingers on my palm. if you were to take that pink sludge and put it back inside my skull i wouldn't be me anymore - with pudding for a control center my eyes could never paint the pictures they see and what a delight it is to look around and see pictures! to open my eyes every morning and take in the world... i'd miss it if my brain were sludge i think my favorite sense is smell. in the springtime, at least. i could spend my whole life breathing in the cool ...