The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

I have spent over 4 hours today chasing the loonies back onto the path. At least, that’s what it feels like. And I’ve worked about 6 hours. And it’s bloody Sunday!

My mind feels like creamed chipped beef sans the beef. Just creamy goo. Maybe if I spread that on the path? Would that lure the loonies?

‘Scuse me now while I go amble about on the grass for a while.

stress


Babbled by Immi.
"There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."


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