an asynchronous account of an advance affair in which i left a granola bar in my car and it melted.
i ate it anyways.
also, i have like, officially lost it. we don’t even have to go there, but i am taking volunteers to stomp my head into the gravel and grind me into individual atoms. you might even be doing the earth a favor by turning me into a loamy soil. or maybe just scrapping me for parts. either way i’m doing it for selfish reasons.
