today i am going to take my grandmother to the grocery store. she will buy:

1.) "Boost"

2.) flowers.

then i will load the flowers into her lap and she will buckle up and we will drive to her home. she will drink Boost on her sofa and listen to mozart. i will be outside sweeping leaves from her porch. there will be a great gust of wind where the leaves and paper bags move across the enormous cold, mildewy, mushroom-littered swimming pool sky and a voice from the neighbor's upstairs window will say "hi, i'm william. wanna play pogs?" and it will be william h. macey in a padded red plaid aviator hat, his boyish face all streaked and puffy with dried tears. but i will make him play football with me instead so i can win because william h. macey is a stupid wuss. he will trip on his shoelaces and fall on his knees and i'll say HAHA THIS IS SO CINCHY as i run right past him.

right now i am a captive of this bored office and i cannot get out because i have no car keys. help help help like that one cartoon where porky pig is stuck in an oven (there is a family of fish preparing him for their meal) and he begins turning red and his hooves make horrible clicking sounds on the hot metal pans. and he's nakie. conclusion: i will go sleep in the car.























































































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