I keep imagining my face as a discarded toilet brush floating in a sidewalk puddle.
And people walk around me while saying things like, "ew," or "oh my," or "why the fuck does that toilet brush have a beard."
And my only thought is to flip over so I can drown to death or at least obscure my eyes in the murk.
But since I'm armless I just watch the disgusted faces of people with my toilet brush face.
Hoping someone will smash a boot down on me.
But they never do.
This goes on for ever.
Like a never-ending end.
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