Yes, another one

What inspires dizzyingly colourful thought spirals?
Is it the continuous cobweb clearing that releases brain spiders from their innocuous hiding places?

They conducted a psychosis on her psycho sis and uncovered how she misremembered being dismembered in a Tuscan village shortly after sampling her very first authentic pizza

There should be new words being invented more today than ever before.

How much of the sanctity of the existing language is meant to be preserved and who dictates that?

There should be a word to describe what it feels like to finally explode your thoughts in one hot nonsensical jumble of words. I'm sure there is.

But she wasn't in a Tuscan village, that's another thing she got wrong. She was in a very droughty Tucson town. The very sonorous Sonoran desert wind felt like waves on her face when she posed limbless for her selfie with a rather constipated cactus.

You cannot help admire the sheer inventory game of the average Indian fruit stall vendor. Random boxes of kiwi and mangoes and chikoo sketchmarked "मुन्‍ना" and their deft skill of sharply slicing pineapple. And can I add how simply wonderful is their cross-selling game! Intricately adorned cane baskets framing each stall so wonderfully.

Protoplasmic healing of a wound is certainly helped when there is no will to bathe.

Is the perception of a pineapple's sweetness improved because of its outward harshness?

Tomcats are truly evil. They invoke a deep sense of terror when their eyes glow with feline famishment.

Why are seemingly egalitarian octogenarians so heartwarmingly adorable?

There should be a word for that special specific emotion old people evoke.

And with that I complete my kaleidoscopic thoughtscapade for the fine evening

Oh, and there obviously was nothing authentic about that Tucson pizza.

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How could I have written about it before I felt it? When I wrote about it as an overimaginative teenager, it certainly did feel like I felt it

What's 'it', you ask?

Feeling the Sunday sun on your head, the welcoming warm kiss of a fiery yellow friend on the back of your exposed neck, especially after a bland workweek of being eclipsed by office walls. Such delicious comfort.

But how desirable is such comfort if it bred complacency? And how much is the belief in your complacency driven by the convenience of that comfort?

The regularity of the comfort, rather the spontaenity or lack of predictability, perhaps determines the level of complacency.

But all of this is just overcomplication. Breaking things down is so easily overdone. It's like seeming guiltier when pushed to prove your innocence. Or burning the lasagna when shooting a live cooking tutorial.

But no matter truly matters if you're focused on keeping it simple

And luckily for me, your simple equals mine

Most times.

Sue me

Sue's only issue was she misused GIFs while snacking on figs
Figs she didn't like: she usually popped copycat Kopiko coffee toffees when she felt most peckish
Parmit, her boyfriend, permitted only one GIF per day
Her absurd GIFs are what saw her forge far fewer friendships

One day she made a discovery of a very disco looking prairie dog
Ditched Parmit and her lousy non-GIF sending friends for a lifetime of life