dear tiny faults diary,
on the year before the day after my dad was born it was 80 degrees and that was today- like eighty one years ago. that would be a warm november day. i would wear shorts on an eighty degree day and even prolly shave my legs. what a day it was today. even though it didn't reach eighty degrees like it did eighty one years ago, it got warm enough to please my greedy ass and i left the house in shorts, but i did not shave my legs. it is a little known secret how i find it absurd how some wish to run the cosmic film in reverse and jam the projector and change the flow of energy. the traffic laws haven't changed and neither have the laws of gravity. there is a theory out there that isn't written in the stars that could work for everyone. you'll catch more flies with honey than salt, but shit works just as well- considering that's all you've got. i see the conflict here, but as we leave the world of small objects behind, the fabric of space shall become bumpy and conventional ideas of before and after break down. you will never be able to pin anything to an apple or an orange because the fluctuating order of your space and time is forever changed now. you are no longer the center of attention and your ass is big as fuck.
on the year before the day after my dad was born it was 80 degrees and that was today- like eighty one years ago. that would be a warm november day. i would wear shorts on an eighty degree day and even prolly shave my legs. what a day it was today. even though it didn't reach eighty degrees like it did eighty one years ago, it got warm enough to please my greedy ass and i left the house in shorts, but i did not shave my legs. it is a little known secret how i find it absurd how some wish to run the cosmic film in reverse and jam the projector and change the flow of energy. the traffic laws haven't changed and neither have the laws of gravity. there is a theory out there that isn't written in the stars that could work for everyone. you'll catch more flies with honey than salt, but shit works just as well- considering that's all you've got. i see the conflict here, but as we leave the world of small objects behind, the fabric of space shall become bumpy and conventional ideas of before and after break down. you will never be able to pin anything to an apple or an orange because the fluctuating order of your space and time is forever changed now. you are no longer the center of attention and your ass is big as fuck.
