Re-living: It's one of those days I feel like dumping out a pickle jar and going to catch some grasshoppers. In my youth, I'd poke holes in the top and recreate their natural habitat by tossing in a few blades of grass to keep them from becoming home-sick. I liked catching grasshoppers because the other girl's wouldn't, they'd squeal and spazz. And as a self-proclaimed maverick of introspect, I really don't believe I've changed too much.
Remembering: I loved holding life, I felt like within that jar there was another world and I was a god to that little world. Can you imagine the absurd megalomaniacal apotheosis of a timid third grader? Agh, 'tis powerful, man, powerful.
Orthopteras are undebatably dope, but my favorites always wore top hats.
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