Vagrant twist-
It all started when i stumbled upon coincidence, it was in a cardboard box. I sat in some wasteland garage. The stain ridden kind of garage. The garage was too cluttered for those stains to be from a car.
Made in China
It stunk of deja vu. The wake up feeling- where you wake up and you are living exactly as you did in your dream. Then your mind races to the cliche question.. did i just wake up from a dream, or into one.
And i knew the answer, but it was more fun to pretend that i didn't. Besides the clutter and the stains, the garage was the same as any other garage. It's one of the those places a writer sits in, and they wish they could describe it as dank and disturbed, with water seeping away from a busted pipe. A pipe that was cleverly concealed under the air.
But it wasn't that type of garage at all.
Sitting in awe of "Made in China" may seem trival. But when you read it in some story, or a friend talks about it , or you see it on a cardboard, its real - it's coincidence.
My teeth began to chatter, its normal. I couldn't sit in a still position. My synapses became warm from all the random nerve impulses-firing.
And coincidence sat staring at me. It was that stare, the stare. The stare you see in the movie, where the protagonist finally realizes he's gotta do the right thing. He has to be good...it has to be right... it has to be him...
Coincidence, its gotta be you... its gotta be right, its gotta be me.
Made in China
It stunk of deja vu. The wake up feeling- where you wake up and you are living exactly as you did in your dream. Then your mind races to the cliche question.. did i just wake up from a dream, or into one.
And i knew the answer, but it was more fun to pretend that i didn't. Besides the clutter and the stains, the garage was the same as any other garage. It's one of the those places a writer sits in, and they wish they could describe it as dank and disturbed, with water seeping away from a busted pipe. A pipe that was cleverly concealed under the air.
But it wasn't that type of garage at all.
Sitting in awe of "Made in China" may seem trival. But when you read it in some story, or a friend talks about it , or you see it on a cardboard, its real - it's coincidence.
My teeth began to chatter, its normal. I couldn't sit in a still position. My synapses became warm from all the random nerve impulses-firing.
And coincidence sat staring at me. It was that stare, the stare. The stare you see in the movie, where the protagonist finally realizes he's gotta do the right thing. He has to be good...it has to be right... it has to be him...
Coincidence, its gotta be you... its gotta be right, its gotta be me.