I’d like to take my brain out and poke it with a stick.
A long stick.
Observe it from a distance.
Perform some scientific method on the sucker.
Maybe then I could understand it.
Or somebody could.
If not, jar the darn thing.
Maybe some shelf-time and formaldehyde are just what the troublemaker needs.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, Stick Dreamer
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 