Tuesday, July 13, 2004
next door, they have a cherry trees. full of cherries. millions of cherries. unpicked by human hands. pure. like a virgin crying out to be free of its torture. so cliche, but it was a truly pitisome sight.
i decided that i would be the one (like neo) to free the cherry tree. especially after being molested from the wind that "caresses it ever so gently". and the sky isn't very helpful. given a small lecture every now and then and it cries. grow up. it's shameful. it's almost like those moronic guys who constantly think about how they'll die a virgin while others are getting fucked.
so, i climbed over the fence with the grateful help of a ladder on top of a small chair (kids: trust me, do not try at home). after a few minor complications (i fell a couple of times and i was reminded once again that i am just too short), i plucked the fruit. such great glorious fruit. so very soft and ripe. and red, too. like blood. yummy. i grabbed as many as i could while choking down as many cherries as i could. until my mother caught me and started bitching. the cherries probably had germs and i probably looked like a fool, but i didn't care. i ran. i ran with the cherries in my arms and cherry juice all over me. worse, i was wet from an evil broken hose while watering the grass and i had mud over me because i had slipped while watering. oh well. at least, the cherry tree is now freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
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