Forward, side to side, reverse. Forward, side to side, reverse. So very, terribly tired of this shimmyshimmyshake where I get nowhere and constantly hope I will arrive soon. It's like a torturous dream, one where I am provided with my favourite foods and I am nauseous. My legs hurt. My skin feels too tight. My little red Ferrari is revving in the lane, but someone else will have to drive her today. I am far too hopeless and deliberate. Why can I not just go forward for weeks, months, yea

Smacked boots and waterchutes
Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato on Brown
catt breath causes puppet death

waltzing beats scissors
scissors beat wind up toys
green tea beats who I used to be.

Today is the day my catt gained 5 pounds eating homous and chips. I should have left him in the bathtub but he squealed so. Now I have no snacks and my little red ferrari is in the shop, subjected to twiddling by Dino and his exceptionally well-paid gentlemen employees.