i can not see my floor, it is inundated. my head is splitting, i feel that Hephaestus is hammering and hammering and hammering inside of it. his cyclopses...cyclopsi? beat and beat and beat. well i suppose it is eater now, i wish i had kept my lenten promise. maybe i will try again. 40 days after lent? i suppose that
's not the way it's supposed to work. along with my head, my calves feel like poseidon is stabbing them. lovely. i'm just a mess, am i not? i should be happy and exhilarated i guess, it's easter. i don't even know what bright frock i shall wear. i wonder if i shall see citron tomorrow, perhaps catch a glimpse of the majestic fruit underneath the sunny lighting. le citron will also, most likely, wearing a bright frock. what nonsense my mind vomits. what a horrible sentence i have just created. revolting. what nonsense my mind exhales. i suppose that's better, but less interesting.
-Pamplemousse
's not the way it's supposed to work. along with my head, my calves feel like poseidon is stabbing them. lovely. i'm just a mess, am i not? i should be happy and exhilarated i guess, it's easter. i don't even know what bright frock i shall wear. i wonder if i shall see citron tomorrow, perhaps catch a glimpse of the majestic fruit underneath the sunny lighting. le citron will also, most likely, wearing a bright frock. what nonsense my mind vomits. what a horrible sentence i have just created. revolting. what nonsense my mind exhales. i suppose that's better, but less interesting.
-Pamplemousse
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