8.3.09

jello band aid

I would sort my bubble gum tub of beads into egg cartons, each color with his own egg groove (what are those called?).  I only liked the shiny beads in white, never red.  Mostly I liked the kelly green and clear ones anyway.

I made myself God, and hovered over the world, making faces at those man-made gods and playing footsie with the planets.  I was everywhere the rabbit can go, at the same time.  I hurt them, and they were hurt.  I felt no guilt, felt nothing, for it was all under me, I was above.

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