Sometimes it’s nice to just sit on the front porch swing and just sit there and sit and think of nothing as you just sit there and swing in the swing on the front porch thinking of nothing…
Yes, very nice and peaceful sitting there in the swing swaying gently back and forth and not having to think about anything because it’s just so peaceful sitting there not having to think as you just sit and not think and sway gently not thinking in the swing on the porch.
So pleasant to just relax and let your mind rest as you sway gently in the swing on the porch not thinking about anything not having to think just swing s l o w l y and gen t l y as you swing and sway just sitting on the swing on the porch not thinking not needing to think at all as you swing gently on the swing on the porch slowly not thinking and not thinking as you slowly swing.
So relaxing as you just don’t need to think only gently swaying of the swing as you sit swinging slowly swaying and not needing to think at all as you just sit swinging slowly on the front porch swing…
…and when she returned from a night out at the Club, she realized that the pleasant tingle on her head was getting stronger, more insistent. The Bun… There was a Bun now on her head, pulsing and tingling gently but growing stronger. She couldn’t…tried to think where the Bun had come from, going over the evening’s events in her increasingly foggy mind…but…who…how…did someone really slip a Bun on her head in the Club?
But, after all, does it really matter?
no
for she has the Bun now and
the only think
the only thing that matters is her mind swirling and sinking
