pink elephant
Never think of the pink elephant. Because there isn’t one. You just understand this. There just isn’t one. They aren’t really that interesting anyway. You could write about the pink elephants and never really get anywhere because it is a pink elephant that you are writing about.
A pink elephant dammit.
So why the hell would you stick your head in an oven? More likely than not because you couldn’t do anything but think about a damn pink elephant while you were writing.
A pink elephant dammit.
So why the hell would you stick your head in an oven? More likely than not because you couldn’t do anything but think about a damn pink elephant while you were writing.
posted by AcusticThoughts at
01:38
1 Comments:
Sylvia left milk and cookies for her kids, then stuck her head in the oven. Incidentally, she left a note for the guy who lived downstairs to call a doctor, but he didn't run his usual schedule that day - her suicide seems it was intended to be a cry for help.
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