Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Spicy Sugar.

Today I'm feeling like a marble in a game of jacks.  A Knucklebone headache.

I think my internal A/C compressor is busted and I'm burning up. It's 69 degrees in here and feels like a 105. Even ice cream hasn't cooled me down.

My medications are most likely to blame. Take a pill to speed up and take another to slow down.
But where's my happy medium? Where's the cruise control? Where's the fucking user manual?!

I'm a defiant Alice who ate both pills.

The gas and brake pedals are both present but the transmission's stuck. Spinning wheels in a playhouse. Fisher Price needs smoke alarms today.

Oh my head. Oh my brain. They've become the main dishes of cannibalistic barbeque.
Step right up and grab a plate. No fork or knife needed I'm cooked to the bone.

Today it's best to pour sour cream rather than sugar. A tangy twist on a Def Leppard.

I'm hot and sticky in this heat from my head to my feet. (yeah.)