All it does is pull eyes on you. And then the daggers flit out of the eyes to poke at you. And then time passes and then whether or not somebody gets you… death comes one way or another. That’s how I see it. Life and then death.
Been thinking about gluten-free pie. Can’t remember the name of the pie, but I can picture it. It’s the orange color. Something on TV put the picture in my mind. Gluten-free crusts never taste as good as a normal crust. But normal makes an abnormal person rub his/her scalp repeatedly until hair falls out. It’s very easy to pass as normal. It is pushed into…