bitterdiva

Tubers from Hell.

Dizzying frustration takes a hold of me as I wander aimlessly through my apartment. I pace the floors back and forth disconnected from my reality as I search for something about which I have forgotten. In and out of the rooms I flow, staring up towards the ceiling and looking below. Rage envelops me as I begin the physical manifestation of the emotion. Objects both fragile and plush are strewn about the various spaces I occupy.

Exhausted from the release of energy, I collapse to the floor in a flustered state panting like an animal. Simultaneously thinking and crying, I continue to search for resolution. Shadows dance across the floor from the passing clouds and it’s only after trailing them do I realize cause for such a horrid display.

After a couple of moments, I collect myself and meander off towards the kitchen. I rummage through various cabinets searching for something palatable. Sweet, sour, salty, or piquant these are the issues at hand. The battle ensues tongue versus stomach or is it really brain versus stomach? If I were an animal would it not matter what touched my tongue or entered my stomach? Finding myself at the pantry, a wave of hopelessness came over me. I open the door and scream. There staring right back at me was the eyes of a single potato.

04:29 PM

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