things chronically outside people say:
“wait! gotta put on my sunscreen” [you’re about to walk to 7/11]
“tick season, tuck your pants”
“you know, tick season just keeps getting longer and longer with climate change”
“why didn’t you have your knife with you?”
[knocks their shoes on the sidewalk and fifty pounds of dirt clods fall off]
[going into the rain without an umbrella] “I mean, you’re gonna get wet eventually, right?”
“I hear the rockhounding in this part of the county is INSANE”
“it rained last night, and you know what that means: MUSHROOMS”
things chronically inside people say:
"the sun should fear my radiance" [you're about to walk to the kitchen]
"I will not be intimidated by ticks"
"I care not for the habits of tiny animals (though climat change is a serious problem)"
"why rely on a knife when I am a weapon in my own right"
[knocks their shoes on the stairs and fifty pounds of dust are absorbed]
[going into the shower with an umbrella] "I control my own moisture"
"I hear the rocks. I hear the hounds. I hear the county. They shall not drive me insane."
"It rained last night, and you know what that means: NOTHING"
“the sun should fear my
radiance” [you’re about to
walk to the kitchen]
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
