Goat Farming Techniques of the Average Schmo

My brain's been smattered up like lightning in the lemonade.

If i could hold a steady thought for more than a few seconds, I'd stop. I'd press pause to this fast-forward hustle I've lived the past few weeks to smell a rose or someone like it. Maybe if I obsess myself with thought after thought after thought I won't have enough time to realize what has changed, what isn't here. So that's what I do every morning I wake up to try and escape the odorless creep that no one sees resting on my shoulders.

I thought about buying a goat today. Mainly because I love goat cheese. But everyone loves to rain on my one horse parade, and I forgot I'd need a few goats of several genders... and probably need to know how to make cheese. So is life. You can take one little thing that will make you happy, but once you have it, you realize it takes so many other things to sustain that happiness. I can't stop thinking is the problem. I want the clapper for my brain...

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