another infrequent post

sometimes you just need to climb a hill. A big, red, sandy hill at 2:30 in the morning. From there, you fling large rocks and various chunks of wood towards a muddy pool at the bottom. You can see the city from the top, but you cannot see the top from the bottom if you are not a distance from the base. You will feel like a ninja, crawling up and down the slopes like someone who feels like a ninja. If you don't feel like a ninja, you probably won't feel like a ninja, but if you do, then there's something special. Real special. Fried mouse head on a stick special. Then all the children carry their mouseheads on a stick with the cellophane wrappers in one hand and baloons on a string in the other. Balloons that look just like the moon except that they are not whitish-gray, cratered, and possess to phase change cycle. Balloons are also not thousands of miles in diameter and 144,000 miles away. They are also very unlikely to rotate around the earth. If they did, those balloons: those would be some special balloons. Almost as special as special balloons.