No more coffee for me
Hopped up on espresso, I sat down at the computer to do some work, and suddenly set off on a stream-of-consciousness typing experiment.
I’m going to run away in a taco truck. Taking it to the ballet. Where lots of ice cream dreams swirl in with the madness. Sparks fly when eyes meet, but that’s what happens when you stick firecrackers in my ear.
I’m only a little bit worried about what’s knocking around in this head o’mine.