TEA, COFFEE, CAFFEINATE
I have a lot of pots... and kettles... and sauce pans... and pizza trays... on many burners... some on stoves that don't even seem to be mine?
It's like being shivering cold, having withstood the colossal freeze of night, at twilight dawn... aching for the sun to come up over the horizon. I can see the alpenglow of all the things i've got brewing and I am running to keep up with the light on each peak of opportunity.
or something like that.
or maybe i just put my paint brush in my tea and the only pot i need is the one that holds coffee now.
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