Quacker

This morning I walked outside my hotel.

I had two choices; kill myself or go swimming.

I kept my clothes on, the ducks laughed at me. What a reason to live

I also like the sound of small planes as they fly overhead

2 thoughts on “Quacker”

  1. As I look back on my experiences, I do believe I only lived an almost perfect life due to being born suicidal. So I hang on to it like a giftcard I’ll never spend but pull out of my wallet every now and again, check the expiration date. Still good.

    Like a tattoo I’ve just never agreed with my selves on a good one, good way

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