my new favourite because it made a better story to end up loving the reframe of the last tootsie roll picked for the party in my mouth that is flavoured saliva. Not unlike exolding a paint can in a small room to paint and reframe the mess as art, and we all accept that the unexpected cab be pleasing because kife is easier so much to live by answering yes or no instead of … well instead of the one that has to authour the story and ask the asks.
I have to learn to exit my universe through the front door, not the window, and interact. I want to find a way to plan which streams work for me. To create a new chapter of life filled with new opportunities to discover new favouries. its been five years.
ding. i just now notied that truth. it was best friend probationary spotanious friend attempt. I changed our lives that day but in afterthought i can scenario i lingered eagerly a relationship that was probably
my good origin story new object of unrelented affect.. not the right word. unrequited is it?
I am trained in the art of best friending. i turn one night stands into lasting bffs for 6 years or less.
only my funny friend is ranked one or two againt my last remaining techie friend probably over 20 by now.
We stayed friends so long because our relationship always had the distance component. he was my friend i didnt meet much, but we clicked in text exchanges.
We may have looked like Fred and Fred but i think i liked being barney. i adapted quickly to who Derek was. Apersonality I could understand and it fit well because he was clearly better than me in somequalities and less so in my pride qualities.
we differed on things but had the sitcom quality friendship that we share most thibgs without fear. he wronged me hard a few times and sometimes his similaities to those supressed memories I recall when I’m around his family for a wgole day into the grumpy phases of a day trip.
ding. i heard church music, i know i did. I hear angelic singing. I tried to listen if it was caused by my nose. ding. scene. native of this continent is on discover jourbey because he starving and hasnt figured out how to kill the meat ones yet.
my nose sings when i have injested thc. this is common and I have a memory of one day looking it up, but I certainly have a memory of how the nose works, and an understanding of how the nose work.
I ask. Are you a nose blower, or a snot snifffer? I find the chice was made very early. I have a distinct memory of deciding conciously that I prferred blowing my nose, and that the sniffers didn’t always have discipline. Snorking the runny nose back ibto the sinus with a sorf is a memory that breaks the charm of a smile enchantment. It is the opposite of a shiney interuption.
I rmemeber vowing to not sniff snot in, as the highest priority, and so I started my life of not caring about my snot, and blowing it in almost anything including the famous hold the left nostril and let one rip into the sky downwards towards the shared ground.
A joyous moment that I am now instructed I should never do, and it could concievably lead to somebody with a weakness dies of your flu.
breaks, lays back. big breaths that exhale with a volume loud enough to report you being aline a fair distance.
The insid eof my nose is filling up like the image of you throwing a batch of slightly green/yellow butter down a round duct tube and then a batch of angel wings.
They flutter as they slow down my exhale trying as evolution has trained, trying to heppa your inhale from potential dangers.
Angel wings in my snot. As I exhale I detect textures not unlike egg yolks in fresh mucus. Some blows are sincerly satisfying as you expell a soft goo through a dry feature lines channel into as soft and landing as you could find to discard of the prize.
I huge blow of snot into a wrag can feel quite good. Sadly, it can also slow your brething and keep you obcessed with a runny nose for an hour or 3.