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my toes curl as they pet the hard tile beneath me. i chew on the lemon that was floating in my water just moments ago. whoops i dropped the peal but it is much too far for me to retrieve. i like to swing my leg back and forth when i sit on the counter. i love to sit on the counter when nobody is home. i bring my computer, i make some pasta and i sit here cross legged watching Castle and Qi, wishing i was a smurf or a fairy. some of you may say hell bells and buckets of blood but i just say fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck you plan maker. fuck you lack of plan maker. fuck you north american grey squirrel. i probably should have washed my hands before hand squeezing my lemons into my water. the finger slips in smoothly but if you slap it hard... mr. fry you should watch your words. oh but mr. fry call me your dear. i want to go hiking today, i want to feel the wind and see the dirt. i wish i had new hiking boots to wear but my simple converse will have to do. i want someone to make a statue of me and install it at the bottom of the ocean. i like to lick to lemon half, i like to bite the lemon slices. i like to lick the knifes the most. the trails by your house sound nice, i wouldn't mind hiking those with you. things seem to be awkward but that's also because you're sober now. you don't seem to be happy but i promise it will all be okay. two hours and i still haven't started working around the house. missSSsSsSssSSsnakessSSssSssSselfishnessSSssSSsSSsSsS it may seem like a stretch but i think the lemons make you sweeter. im off to do my work and help the overwhelmed. if you read all of this i say to you cheers for good living and bad thinking. i will clink my lemon water against yours and we will go our own ways. thank you. fuck you. goodbye.