there are days when the sun just sends down the wrong rays, and people’s faces look elongated and alien green. there are days when wordsare forgotten before they come out of people’s mouths, and cellulite ripens on conjoint thighs. there are days when sunglasses cannot be found on any monstrous totes, and there are no clean socks in drawers. there are days when coffee gives tremors without the boost and fascinating people are merely boring. there are days when books have all been read before and pennies are a rare commodity. there are days when ugly people can not be tolerated, and pretty faces are just wallpaper in shiny cafes. there are days when expectations tarnish the soul like blueberry stains, and obsessions cannot beat the truth down. there are days when mirrors are the best enemy and friends are the worst consolation. there are days when supermarkets have only dog-eared tabloids, and long swishy hair does not provide solace.
there are days that are expedient, quickly erased from memory, flattened and flattening. but then again, self-deception really helps bring about a new foolish hope, and empty days dive into emptiness, relinquishing their space to cute memories like iron neckrings on exotic looking locals for the tourist trade.
frankly my dear, i do not give a damn!