|Current Residence: Winnipeg|
TenTen.Ten by Carenza
Once again I find myself in a world that's always 10:00am Sunday morning and only little house on the Prairie or Planet of the friggin apes is on. Cartoons, in hindsight, depress me. Coconut rings in the cupboard. In an hour I'll be stuck in the house. In four hours stuck out of the house, and by nine I'll be in bed, sleeping in a curled up ball, hair wet and down to my nose.
I was always looking for things I couldn't find.
The mythic space ghost from the earliest age of my existence, which didn't matter how early I woke, would never be on. The thing in the cupboard that I could not remember, existed not out of knowledge, but out of the fact that something wonderful was hiding in there and I just couldn't see it, and the more I left it alone, the more I believed it was there.
The letters you never open contain all sorts of good news y'know, even the circulars.
A twisted logic that states that somewhere a cat is in a box, and