Memory: a soured-dry tongue, typing on stomach with laptop balanced on the laundry box, a weird arch in the neck, minifridge humming feet away. The room is a mess. I'm always a give-a-fuck-free mess when something goes wrong with the body.
And outside, the sound of a million ... frogs??? NO BIRD HAS EVER MADE A SOUND LIKE THAT, NATURE. NOR CRICKETS. THOSE ARE TOTALLY FROGS.
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Memory: a soured-dry tongue, typing on stomach with laptop balanced on the laundry box, a weird arch in the neck, minifridge humming feet away. The room is a mess. I'm always a give-a-fuck-free mess when something goes wrong with the body.
And outside, the sound of a million ... frogs??? NO BIRD HAS EVER MADE A SOUND LIKE THAT, NATURE. NOR CRICKETS. THOSE ARE TOTALLY FROGS.
new otp: this state / me.
Okay, now we goin' to bed.