Today I am trying extra hard not to mention the word sp*ge. And I am going through withdrawal pains.
Sp*ge.
It’s hard. Just when I think I have gotten it off my brain, suddenly there I go again.
Trying not thinking of the word zebra.
It goes well at first but then … you find your mind rushing through the African brush, your body red toothed and daggered ready to pounce sink your claws into the flesh belly striped black and white.
White, just like sp*ge, which I promised I wasn’t going to mention.
Not today, no way.
Sp*ge. Sp*ge.
Sp*ge.
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