Do you see sneaky little yellow mushrooms and start thinking about that time you ran round and round in time with that revolving sign at three in the morning because you felt compelled to understand its vital underlying messages and simply could not read furniture warehouse whilst standing still?
Me either. But I can understand how one could make the association.
These are not excitement mushrooms, sadly. Just golden and shiny.
This is how the world looks to us at this particular seasonal juncture.
< And this is quite a succinct summary of how I feel, given that joint and boob pain are keeping me awake half the fucking night at the moment. Most of the ladies in the house will know how that is. My right eyelid is twitching like there's a fucking cable up my arse. Why can't hormones just eat a dick and fuck off?
It's been a warm winter and a cold spring. The sequence is corrupted.