It rained again today................mud!!!!
I could live a thousand years in a world without mud.
Mud is depression in physical form....
It slowly will eat away at your inner joy, until all that's left is more mud....
Mud that clings to your boots like the hands of daemons reaching up from hell, draining the life from your tiring muscles....
Mud that soaks through to your socks numbing your imprisoned feet, while leaving a fowl smell. A smell so terrible that you could be certain Lucifer had risen from his pit and licked your feet.
2 comments:
How bout you just walk around the mud puddles...that's what I do.
Maybe you're looking at mud the wrong way.
I made all my generals out of mud.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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