Not a euphemism. Not even a thing, although, it’s possible.
If it isn’t fun, why are you doing it? It is fun. It is just a big slice of everything and that’s a tad overwhelming.
It isn’t perfect.
Fuck, I’m working on something and I don’t need to pressurize it to fit it into today’s canister. It has something to do with oxblood ribbons and vasculums and all other sorts of nonsense and I am overflowing with interest, but my interest is requiring research for accuracy and so, instead, I flop at you. 3 cards, no faces. A club, a spade, and a deuce of hearts.
+224 words of no great consequence.
I want to press my head against the sieve and let it all just be gushed out like the juice of a lemon. After we complete this task, more water. All the water, I can hardly get enough of it, I want to run around the snowy streets just lapping it up. On second thought…no, no second thoughts. Just cold water with cold ice in a clean glass and I will be yours until all the seas gang dry.
There really are no other words than the ones I am seeking and failing to find.
I can talk about the plan for next year. The diet blog – I am not meant to put it that way, but I start to write lifestyle change blog and my hands cramp up, the blogging here daily to denote 500 words of creative working. That feels like something I might do.
I could tell you, in the broadest sense, because the nature of the thing is to be untold and this is a place both for telling and for being unheard about the adventure. It will be arriving by post. It has made my stomach turn two days in a row which is saying something.