rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Clouded, or Not

The clouds cannot decide to stay or go. My brain is behaving in a similar fashion. It keeps wandering off, and refuses to tell me where it went. It must be having fun there, because it keeps going, like a party guest who keeps ducking out for a quick smoke. I wonder what my brain is smoking? But, as I can't concentrate at all tonight, I'm just going to follow my brain next time it leaves. This may be a trap. My brain may intend to kidnap me, and I'll end up with a whole different life. If I vanish, report that I was last seen heading out the door with a gray lump about six or seven inches in diameter. Tell them to exercise caution. I suspect it to be armed and dangerous, and frequently rather stupid.

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