Oven

Freezing my arms off in school. Somehow there's a mysterious flow of air through the central forum that makes it extremely icy. Maybe we need heaters too. That's cool. John Mayer is talking into my ear, shouting out right at me. Oh stuff it John, I've heard you one too many times.

You know, the toilet is my quiet corner. I go in with the intention of a long term stay, and plonk down over the bowl, getting into deep thought as the unneeded is excreted. Some come in some go out, very therapeutic. And then I delve into the sphere of toilet thoughts. And as my legs go numb and pins and needles prick my thigh, I slowly close that wrought iron gate into that private crook and flush. Flushing the thoughts along with everything else, I walk out a new person.

Have a nice day.