there is too much banana juice on the concrete and the handlebars are rickety. my shoelaces are loose and the peanut oil smells a teensy bit rancid. i put on my gripper gloves, i gritted my teeth. i had a dry mouth. the aliens with their pixel rulers are sent away with cruel words and the blink of arthurs abc keychain flashlight. step away from me. i will burn you and burn out. holy fuck.
put me in the open woven fishmongers net please. i don't know what happened to my life. I forget everything. barely afloat.