All tagged food for thought

Signal Offline

The waves are confused. They predict different paths that all seem the most logical one. One leads to me killing the boy for the survival of the human race as I know it. Murder, an option, that has never seemed logical to me before. 

Harold's Castle

Harold built a castle once. He used leftover bricks from his aunt's patio, old shoeboxes generously donated by his sisters, and green sticky tape from his mother's craft room.

I often want to start any writing piece with: 'I woke up, thinking.' Really, most of the time, thoughts don't happen to me like that. More often they randomly appear during the day, like with most of us, or especially, when taking a shit. There's no poetic way of describing the act of using your body's sewer though, so I usually refrain from going there word-wise.