Saturday, June 29, 2013

I opened my eyes to a centipede squirming fluidly on the floor of the shower. I can't be certain but it may have come from my soul. He's in hell now; at least I hope that is where the drain leads.


  1. It's possible that I've knelt down in the shower and whispered into the drain things I secretly wish to go straight to hell. ~JB

  2. I hope that's where the dark vapors rolling off my grumpy self go. Somehow I end up dwelling on unpleasant things in the shower. It can get ugly.