On A High Shelf

When I got up this morning, I had the blankets in my mouth, and someone had mailed me a device having to do with jars. The devices is for removing jars from the high shelves on which you have placed the jars. A small amount of water is in the bottom of the bathtub. This causes me to think about the radiation belts around our planet, and I feel compelled to walk out by the rhododendron and step on as many boxcar bugs as I can find. Now it is time to visit the convenience store so I can purchase tweezers and a Slurpee. I can’t feel the earth turning under my feet, and I also can’t sense the slow deterioration of my cellular structures, but these things are happening. I take out my mobile device and perform masturbatory motions across its surface so I don’t have to think about such things. I hear the laughter of a child and I am filled with loathing. I see a duck, and have no opinion on the matter. It is time to eat. It is time to set the clocks to a future that will never happen. There are a million small things to accomplish, so that these things can be settled before the world ends the world ends the world doesn’t end, good night.

Author: mattamati

Nothing remarkable to report. Born in suburbs. Diffidently educated. Used to do other jobs, now he does this one. Fancies self a writer.

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