Day 1391 of captivity:
The drones continue to annoy me. The heat doesn't help. Despite the oppressive weather, my mind seems to be lost in some frozen dessert... not the sand variety, the land of sinful dairy products and cocoa concoctions.
The transient state of sanity that I refer to as my "intellect" seems to be trapped in a jello-like limbo, content in going nowhere, mesmerized by the translucent dazzle of artificial pigments, reveling in a wobbly sense of self worth.
Damn, another attack of ice-cream craving.
The drones continue to annoy me. The heat doesn't help. Despite the oppressive weather, my mind seems to be lost in some frozen dessert... not the sand variety, the land of sinful dairy products and cocoa concoctions.
The transient state of sanity that I refer to as my "intellect" seems to be trapped in a jello-like limbo, content in going nowhere, mesmerized by the translucent dazzle of artificial pigments, reveling in a wobbly sense of self worth.
Damn, another attack of ice-cream craving.
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