my whole childhood whenever i was bored in class i practiced my signature on the back end of my notebooks over and over again imagining it was me signing thousand s of divorce papers

stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror

We need to kill the king immediately

Wouldn't even be content with a peaceful end to the monarchy anymore I want that bastard gone in the most violent way possible along with his entire family and all of the others in that class. it should have happened centuries ago but the least we can do is make sure that it happens now