07.27.20

Dump the words into a blender, turn it on and let it run for a bit. Pour the contents into a glass. Let it rest on the counter. When eight minutes have passed, take the now full glass in your right hand and throw it through the dining room window. Your ribs will break. Your lung will collapse. You’ll be hospitalized a couple of times. It won’t make anything better, but you can try and schedule it away. You can make the appointments and keep the meetings, but it isn’t going to get better because at the end of the day they’re all just words. Words. Words. Words.