Dear (_____)

Dear nose blowers,

A day can start, end, turn, and release on a good one.  You know this.  I know this.  The rest of the world probably wants you to enjoy your moment less.  That whole "ten sneezes in a row equals a single orgasm" thing is a myth.  We've been there.  We've seen it.  The lightheadedness on the other side is an entirely different beast made of clouds of vision fading to black when you're not sure the sneezes are going to stop and you briefly contemplate the distinct possibility that you may die or fall into a coma or spasm to death because everything is firing far in excess of normal operation or even abnormal and there is no way possible to cum in the throes of a maelstrom and then it's over.

Oxygen begins to regain the helm and breath returns stable enough to begin to store and spoons tip against the sides of tea cups.  Stone faced gut laughter.  Mind rolls body.  Cramp.  Eye water.  Fold.




Sincerely,

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