I took a two hour test today. It wasn't that bad. I think. Who knows. Nobody, not even God knows. In the entire universe, no one knows how I did on the test. I think my test just fell into a black hole.
Something poetic must be written about the significance of yesterday. I will title this poetic piece "The Anniversary" and I will write it upon a bathroom wall with blood, draw a bath, and relax. Just kidding. But I probably should write something about the one year anniversary of the highest high and the lowest low. Why does low seem to outweigh high? I don't know. Not even a black hole knows.
Hey, rain. Today you are okay. You are even welcomed.
Here is a picture of God walking into a black hole, otherwise known as "God's garage" or "God's garage of the future."