Non-Avant Garde Mouse Romanticism Outlier Week

…for the past 2 days I have been trying to catch the rogue mice, I caught one late at night returning drunk from a party, the mouse was on my table by my almond milk….I realized then that every surface in my home may have been scurried upon by the mice at one point or another leading to intense hygienic procedures in which I placed every food item in my fridge and diligently washed my hands

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ROMANTIC INTERLUDE …product of mouse dream? or preceding it?

I had the stomach flu for two days and thought that the mice may have caused this, I was bed ridden the entire weekend but found a sort of romanticist sense of martyrdom in the idea of sweating to death, a shiny wet corpse blissfully delirious as my mice observed my slow death from whatever corner they were hiding in

I wouldn’t have to worry about my land-

lord because my corpse would be more problematic than my escaped mice

I picture mice making nest of my body…beautiful return