The Sky

The sky is large on large days and small on small days. What the hell does that really mean? Are some days bigger than others? I suppose days can feel longer and shorter, especially if those days have some big event, like a wedding, or a funeral, or a rock concert, or your mom finally bought the invisible Kool-Aid. There’s never enough sugar in Kool-Aid. The instructions fall way short, but put in too much and it’s like sucking on… something sugary that makes a funny comparison, I don’t even know. I’ve never been any good at being funny. Just terrible inside jokes and inadvertently pissing people off. I don’t mean to. But our beliefs clash, and I tend to get a little overexuberant. People are so uptight. Society flips back and forth between not being able to take a joke and being so unserious that nothing ever gets done. Is unserious even a word? Spell check says no, but I’ll say it anyway. I’m different. And someone will point it out, and get mad, and my day will drag on and on… and make a large sky.

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