(spoken)
So here it is: another day of days.
Time marches on, like a soldier into cattle.
The lawnmower flies past my window, and the children are nonplussed.
The pants are pressed and ready for action.
There's a Barbie doll at the bottom of the well, and the milkshake of despair shakes hands with Secret Agent 666.
The relentless humid sun beats down, baking the earth into piping-hot brick cake as blueberries burst like lip bombs.
My great-great-great-grandmother grieves and cries at the sight of the bunnies hopping and bopping about the backyard, beating each other to d**h with peaco*k feathers.
And then, like the Second Coming of Krishna, a single snowflake falls to Earth, and everybody screams inside.