Sep 03, 2005 00:55
He sits on a cot, legs crossed, rubbing his hands together in front of him as he rocks back and forth.
I wonder what I should do for dinner tonight? ... Dude, it's not like she's gonna notice, she's passed out... Go Velma, you can do it! ... So far from grace ... His eyes, I keep going back to his eyes. So beautiful... You know, I should keep the power chords and rewrite the bass, it needs to be... We have a winner! I was wondering how long...
Static disrupts the flow of voices, he keeps still. Don't move. Don't think. They won't find you if you don't think.