Thursday, March 9, 2017
I LOLLED AROUND IN A MOUNTAIN OF USED COFFEE GROUNDS
I lolled around in a mountain of used coffee grounds, luxuriating in the feeling of them pressing into my skin, each one of the millions of little grounds making friends with one of my pores and nuzzling right in there. I grabbed a great handful and rubbed it into my legs. Oh, what a feeling to be naked on a mountain of coffee grounds. I stared up at the sun and the mountains and felt the cool breeze on my bottom. Some vultures were circling around, and I shouted at them, "Buzz off, you buzzards, I'm not dead. I'VE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE!"