I burned the roof of my mouth to hell and back yesterday without even knowing it. Or maybe my gums are dying, I'm not sure. I know I was starving yesterday and not willing to wait for my wings to cool down before eating, but I don't remember any pain. With the sausage Brie and Ran made last night I do remember burning my mouth a bit, but it was only when I brushed my teeth and saw the blood I was spitting up that I realized the raw sore that was the inside gums around my molar teeth. It had been a not fun eating day. Everything hurts and I couldn't prevent my gums from bleeding again today when brushing.
I was singing to myself in the car on the way home tonight, just any jumble of words that seemed to come to mind a flow well. I liked one in particular "to swim without a stroke". That lent itself to some cool imagery. My brain is tired today for no particular reason, but when I do have days like this my thought process is a lot less structured and able to channel disconnected concepts well.
So I mused about a vague story idea I had initially came up with on one of my drives from DFW to Austin. Still vague, but the core is a main character by the name of Rabbit. I thought of Rabbit because I was listening to the Foster the People song "Pumped up Kicks" and I thought the first lyric said "Rabbit" and not "Robert", what it is in actuality. That one mishearing set me on a brain flurry of an idea that was probably fully formed within five seconds of my misheard lyric. Rabbit would be a boy who adopted the name for himself because of his fear of rabbits, in the same vein as a superhero he had always idealized, Batman. This fear would be the result of having to dispose a dead rabbit in his youth. Kind of similiar to my sister's story.
But now I am thinking kind of post-apocalyptic world setting where Batman would by a long past reference that few would know about. Rabbit's job would have been to dispose of all the dead animals in a town suffering from...something due to the current conditions that I have not thought up. But his first animal would have been a rabbit and so that would be the source and root point of all his trauma from the this world.
I was singing to myself in the car on the way home tonight, just any jumble of words that seemed to come to mind a flow well. I liked one in particular "to swim without a stroke". That lent itself to some cool imagery. My brain is tired today for no particular reason, but when I do have days like this my thought process is a lot less structured and able to channel disconnected concepts well.
So I mused about a vague story idea I had initially came up with on one of my drives from DFW to Austin. Still vague, but the core is a main character by the name of Rabbit. I thought of Rabbit because I was listening to the Foster the People song "Pumped up Kicks" and I thought the first lyric said "Rabbit" and not "Robert", what it is in actuality. That one mishearing set me on a brain flurry of an idea that was probably fully formed within five seconds of my misheard lyric. Rabbit would be a boy who adopted the name for himself because of his fear of rabbits, in the same vein as a superhero he had always idealized, Batman. This fear would be the result of having to dispose a dead rabbit in his youth. Kind of similiar to my sister's story.
But now I am thinking kind of post-apocalyptic world setting where Batman would by a long past reference that few would know about. Rabbit's job would have been to dispose of all the dead animals in a town suffering from...something due to the current conditions that I have not thought up. But his first animal would have been a rabbit and so that would be the source and root point of all his trauma from the this world.
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