Jan 29, 2022
Inside my tiny bubbles there are stars that are on wires. They’re all connected- not physically; but by some sorta touch. It's what makes you lucky.
That thing that you do when you're on the edge of bed. When you look down and there's the sea below you. That’s the end of existence. That's the kinda feeling that turns your head into chocolate for all the wrong reasons.
So I built a wooden boat and used it for power. It drove me across the lake's surface. We ended up in Moscow, five days before the Opening Ceremony! They were celebrating like mad! I’ve never seen so many excited Russians!
I walked down the street. I asked a man where his loyalty lay.
“It lies in the boats- in the boys who built the wooden Town-Boats.”
“What about your sister?”
“What about her?” Asked the man, snapping his neck to look at me.
“Aren’t you also proud of her?” I asked, raising my palm in diplomacy.
“Enough about my family! No more weirding me out! We’re not gonna do this!” The man ran away awkwardly as if connected to me by an invisible vine.
So the sun started to come up on the other side of the world. The sky was dark red, then orange, and then like a CLEAR BLUE AMERICAN MORNING. The TV’s came on in millions of homes and, through the use of speakers and EYESIGHT, demonstrated the excitement and importance of many new inventions!
So a bunch of those people got up and rolled outta bed. They thought about Canada, and how it’s a country.
Although I don't know what they thought, actually. I’m not millions of people. I can guess, but a guess is just a shot in the dark. I am in this maze now- what was i talking about,,,,,,,,,,,
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