ClearFudge

I feel like this imagining is necessary because from the time we’re able to comprehend our existence…we’re taught what our reality is…by the use of made up words. So as a tiny act of defiance towards the limitation of language…I now string words together that have absolutely no business living in the same neighborhood. By the time I finish, I’ve made myself laugh…thus getting me through to the next lesson. I realize now that this technique works best after a very intense trigger. And today, I had the privilege of a well manicured trigger finger, belonging to one of my mother’s maternal minions…forcefully pulling at the nape of my last nerve. So in dedication to the calmness I was able to glide on…while passing through the wasteland of carefully crafted sibling rivalry…I want to discuss what I feel the moon is and…I’ll be as detailed as possible.