Anyways

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>we're hanging
>i don't remember if we hung ourselves or were hung by others
>and while i'm hanging here i'm thinking about the time pickle horse-man made this really long sandwich
>a long sandwich full of vegetables and spreads and seasoning
>and when he went to take a bite he held the baguette horizontally
>and ate through the center
>eating it into two halves
>and he offered me half
>and there was glistening bread mush and beads of mushy bread on the bite mark
>and i told him no
>i told him that i would never want that disgusting sandwich
>i told him that the gross sandwich he offered me was an insult
>i told him that because he offered me this disgusting sandwich that it made him a gross person
>and i started naming all the gross things about him
>and i started naming how all the gross stuff he does affects each and every person around him
>and i started naming the attitudes people hold on account of his grossness
>and he suddenly puked
>and started crying
>and he collapsed into a pile with all his salad sandwich parts around him
>and i was totally unmoved
>i stood over him
>completely unfeeling
>watching his life drain out of him
>with perfect automata control i held a great judgemental stillness
>like the sphinx over thebes
>anyways,
>that was a good memory
>i start turning a bit at the end of my rope
>i take a peak at pickle horse-man's hanging
>he seems to be hanging pretty good
>i start to say something and he immediately interrupts
>he says "-DO NOT INTERRUPT MY HANGING. i was just starting to get really good hanging thoughts and i want to enjoy them."
>hmm, i think
>i actually make the sound in my head
>hmmm...
>and i store this rudeness away in my memory
>i'll do something to get him back another time
>it's not something that i have to actively think about
>the revenge part of the brain kind of pieces things together on its own over time
>so i'm free to think of other things
>i'm still turning
>turning, turning, turning
>and then i'm facing pickle horse-man again
>and i think
>how dare he
>how dare he value his hanging thoughts over my hanging words
>he's just uselessly hanging there
>selfish
>selfish boy
>and then i'm turned away
>and i think horse thoughts
>and then i turn back
>and think pickle horse-man thoughts (mean)
>anyways
>we're hanging
>and whether we hang alone
>or hang together
>makes all the difference