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Nathan
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Why is it that so many cleaning products are lemon this or lemon that, such as Lemon Pledge as per example? Do lemons have some sort of unique cleansing properties or something? I sometimes wonder about that when I'm sitting alone, crying quietly to myself as I so often do.
I just spaced out and ended up thinking about what it would be like to have to live with no legs. I suspect that would be pretty unpleasant over all. Some people might warm up to it eventually but I'm not sure I ever would. Every morning I'd wake up and look down and, for a split second, be all, "Where the fuck are my legs?" I'd then remember that I had previously lost them in a horrible accident. I think that would be a very traumitic thing to go through every day. On the other hand, if I were stoned all the time I don't think it would matter too much to me. People would expect me to get fat due to the horrible depression that would inevitably follow the loss of one's legs. I could eat until I couldn't possibly eat anymore and not have to worry about what people would think if I got fat. And if I did keep in shape, people would be even more impressed since I did it sans legs. The neighborhood would be all aflutter about how much courage I must have to keep following my dreams even after I lossed my legs. Children would look up to me. Men would want to be me and women would just plain want me. Fuck it. I'm cutting off my legs.
I just spaced out and ended up thinking about what it would be like to have to live with no legs. I suspect that would be pretty unpleasant over all. Some people might warm up to it eventually but I'm not sure I ever would. Every morning I'd wake up and look down and, for a split second, be all, "Where the fuck are my legs?" I'd then remember that I had previously lost them in a horrible accident. I think that would be a very traumitic thing to go through every day. On the other hand, if I were stoned all the time I don't think it would matter too much to me. People would expect me to get fat due to the horrible depression that would inevitably follow the loss of one's legs. I could eat until I couldn't possibly eat anymore and not have to worry about what people would think if I got fat. And if I did keep in shape, people would be even more impressed since I did it sans legs. The neighborhood would be all aflutter about how much courage I must have to keep following my dreams even after I lossed my legs. Children would look up to me. Men would want to be me and women would just plain want me. Fuck it. I'm cutting off my legs.
