Sitting on a Bench (written by Cranial Farting)

Sitting on a Bench You wake up in the morning and push the soft duvet away from your face. You feel the unfamiliar warmth of the sun pierce your skin as you remember how transparent your eyelids are capable of being. As you ride the bus the sun reminds you that he's still with you the best he can by squeezing his way through the shatter-proof glass to the left of your head and perching upon your shoulder. Today is going to be a good day. The recording of the woman … Read More

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