If you all were drowning I’d pray for floods

This is just a quick thing I wrote while it was on my mind. It was after something that happened today (not that I’m gonna bother elaborating on it as too much has gone on since my last proper entry so it would take too long to explain the whys and wherefores). Anyhoo… onwards.

"Formal liasons aren’t worth the time it takes to pick up the phone and dial a number which goes round and round at the speed of miscomprehension to connect with someone who’s main line of conversation is just how much their last non-free dinner was worth before trading it against another captive for the lives of their children who can’t understand why they never see the bird who brings the food because the bird lives for and is connected to the mountain of steel and glass.

"And when they finally awake, the sunrise will be horrible."

if anyone can work out what it all means, you get a sweet. Two, if you’re fat.