The day was lovely and the grass was green...ish.
The crew were funny as usual and the girls looked nice.
Soaring like a butterfly in the sea of people.
Vending machines are evil.
On the feels side of life?
I feel like I'm holding onto the ledge with 4 fingers waiting for either the fate of gravity or the force of a person to push you off.
Should be fine though, theres a large supply of cotton wool waiting for me at the bottom and a ladder to take me back up again. The elevators locked for the time being. Need to revise a few methods and plan out a few things on as to whether I take the shortcut or the scenic route when I'm reaching the next journey. What fish to catch and how to cook it. The last time I did this, I ended up falling asleep on the warf and all the fishies went away. This time I tried to correct my mistakes and throw in dynamite to makes things quicker. That didn't work either. Now I have the choice of relocating or staying hoping that they'll come back again. THEN YOU REALISE THE SHARKS FUCKING ATE THEM ALL. Along comes the mermaid tempting me as usual to reconsider my options or to lure me to the edge I just fell off. I always tend to wonder... if I catch a good fish, do I eat it then discard the carcass, look after it in a fish tank or just let the sharks get to it by releasing it back into the ocean.
Something for time to tell.
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