i hate the taste of foot in my mouth.
i don't know how these thoughts get into my head much less what they mean. why would i give voice to them?
"....like a color." what the hell did that mean? i've been thinking about it all day. sometimes i think i might be close. then i don't.
i think that maybe (why not?)...
it has something to do with sunsets.
the way the sky is filled with a myriad of blues and then the orange and yellow of the sun. looking at it you think "that's nice." it's pretty and soothing.
all of a sudden, out of nowhere, bursts pink. and you think, "shit. i never would have thought of that." and you feel stupid. and ordinary. and you wonder at your temporary loss of vision.
...it's like that.
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