April 26, 2010

• I wanted to make some kind of point when I sat down to write today, but instead all I can think about are the dandelions.  There were so many everywhere and I had the desire to roll around in them and jump through fields of them and take pictures of myself covered in their little fluffy seeds.  But then the rain came.  It destroyed them.  It crushed their fragile heads just as nature intended.  It left me alone, in a sea of broken corpses, forced to look upon my fallen comrades at every moment in every patch of grass.  There will be no rolling, no jumping, no pictures.  Only destitute wanderings remain for me in the apocalypse that is the days following a heavy rain in the world of dandelions.

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