The Foxhole

HE PUT IT INTO WORDS💞💞💞💞💞

never met a sentence i couldn't make incredibly long

And now it must be said, as many numerous things often must be, in great volume and variance breaching topics that are near enough to innumerable and certainly beyond the measure of counting, that just as anyone lucky enough to find themselves in posession of thoughts miraculously appearing in their waking mind fully-formed upon conception, both clear and concise, blessed as they are with a mastery of their language sufficient to express oneself with brevity, it is so that with equal frequency I find that I am cursed with a wholly opposing nature: to take that which is brief and succinct, simple and straightforward, and somehow find it within myself instinctive to stretch those very same thoughts and words so remarkably thin across the page that the length of any given sentence may very well rival that of a modest novel, taking any poor and pitiable reader several deep breaths to recite out loud- or, perhaps in the case of one equally blessed to be of great, strong lungs and a determined air- merely the rather long and arduous effort of enduring it.

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

in november I'm getting my shit together

in december I’m getting my shit together

in february I’m getting my shit together

in march I’m getting my shit together

in april I’m getting my shit together

in may I’m getting my shit together

in june I’m getting my shit together