belly full of gas

Belly full of gas and mass, the roundness is big and sore and it's the only comfort on offer. A day when I returned to the castle and remembered what I was doing when I last played the game seriously, the rain fell today just as it did back then, there was boredom and a sense of no escape. When it stopped I went out.

There's nothing more to be told, the nonsense was stemmed momentarily. While the little duck sits but doesn't quack and the files slowly vanish the wrist sits awkwardly against the shell of the computer and the eyes shut as the mouth opens and the belly full of gas threatens to expand further. We made it. All the parts made it to the end, and now comes the fun part, here's to the fun.

Here's to the fun, I'll pour some more bubbles. If something's too good to be true, then it probably is. Here's to the fun, and to the inevitable opposite.