the moment is no longer there (it has traveled to here) but the stress knocks on the door. inwardly itching and worrying that the remedy has not arrived. though it has not been so long, the worry is surrounded by the reality of a global pandemic. thus – i hope things get better and they improve. hope things arise like the thunder would in the jungle. we could use an interruption. a lava like lightning – intense enough to overthrow the stagnant itch. the answer to this fire is one that removes the malfunction. hope things are like machinery in the sense that they function correctly. hope that the bugs have gone back to their homes or squished *accidentally*. hope things are as hopeful as you’d have them to be, in a world like this.

FOR SOME HAVE:

fell into a ruthless draw. some being the ones, who could not deal on their own volition. the ones who disconnected and alienated themselves from all of the promises sworn. The concept of G-D became an illuminating paradox. the way up went down. to get one HAD to give. to live one HAD to die. it’s a contrary existence. it seems unlike anything else but is very much the same as the rest. 

“maybe we should rush into the tunnel which has hurt us?” asked those sitting on the couch. they were about as mashed as they could get. “we can become alive through the agony and pain!” said the mashed & injuring fry. these pickings surely pleasured the principle to ruin – facing; the ever so joyful decay!

when suffering deeply – this scorn comes from the contact of the red rose. this crown plush flower stands on a bladed stem. being cut by a tender flinch – the question arrived – should the spirit in this dress, tempt the mind with a see through camisole?

what happened after this moment – is cut from the same cloth as the bohemian fashionista. this game is set by sophisticated rules and barometers – many of which only settle in quibbling over semantics.

~PAH – TATE 0HH & PAH TAH OHH~

reading through thoughts in comments sections online – quickly demonstrates, how visceral apologies may flow through. it would seem the potato has various destinations of existence. 

if one can find a better explanation to remedy injustice – what invalidates their position? if i’m standing on my side and another is standing on a different point on the map – how do we bridge the gap?

WE LIVE IN A WORLD OF POTATO APOLOGISTS!

a world where we can think of no occasion where potatoes won’t satisfy our taste buds. mashed potatoes. fried potatoes. potato wedges. potatoes baked and loaded. potatoes that are hashed and brown. potatoes roasted with herbs and spices. potatoes panned into a casserole. potatoes molded into a patties. potatoes that make us less crabby. potatoes that are creamy with dill. potatoes complimented with ketchup and all the feels! potato soup! potato chips! potato elves! potato shelves! potato bells!

P – PICKY

O – OILY

T – TOASTY

A – AU GRATIN

T – TATTERED

O – OVEN BAKED

APOLOGISTS !!!