I’m writing in colored pencils that GOT
tossed to me or at me, accusatorily, so naturally I felt I MUST defend the honor of these pencils so I tossed the 99 cent store case coz I saw a spider hanging out (they like to bite my lip but only on one side so it looks like bad collagen) and I wanted to suddenly be able to draw. Just like I often suddenly want to be able to go onstage with the Rolling Stones and pull off a Tina Turner but to follow up on such metaphors would be farcical miss the point et cetera
Frankly I don’t care that much about it
So that leaves the metaphor. Which is actually in the strands of DNA
and I have loads of that metaphorical understanding which is pretty much like finally accepting you have asberger syndrome when they decide it no longer exists.
Or something like that. See simile.