Just Talk About Life
"Every entry doesn't have to be an eloquent novel."
I woke up this morning. Everything was grey. The chromatic scheme of blacks and whites around me slapped my sences... I woke up this morning and the world was film noire. The celine fan swooped round slowly and dilberate. The ash tray contained the remenants of a thousand cigerettes. Across from the desk I could see the door. It read eyE etavirP. What else?
She was trouble. Why? Because she was a dame, dammit. Anyone knows that when you wake up and the world is black and white you remember through the haze of bourbon and cigerette smoke that: girls are girls; and if girls are attractive that makes em dames; dames are trouble; and of course, be sure to needlessly and excessively throw around a "dammit" or two. Where was I? Oh yes, Miss Trouble (with a capitol Tee)...
Sometime soon, between my recolletions of the drugs, beatings, and sweaty sex in a seedy motel closet, the colour started to seep back in. Thank god, I couldn't stand any more cheezy lines.
I woke up this morning and found my way to the kitchen. I finished off the Cap'n Crunch and, dammit, it felt good.
Creepy_Guy
I woke up this morning. Everything was grey. The chromatic scheme of blacks and whites around me slapped my sences... I woke up this morning and the world was film noire. The celine fan swooped round slowly and dilberate. The ash tray contained the remenants of a thousand cigerettes. Across from the desk I could see the door. It read eyE etavirP. What else?
She was trouble. Why? Because she was a dame, dammit. Anyone knows that when you wake up and the world is black and white you remember through the haze of bourbon and cigerette smoke that: girls are girls; and if girls are attractive that makes em dames; dames are trouble; and of course, be sure to needlessly and excessively throw around a "dammit" or two. Where was I? Oh yes, Miss Trouble (with a capitol Tee)...
Sometime soon, between my recolletions of the drugs, beatings, and sweaty sex in a seedy motel closet, the colour started to seep back in. Thank god, I couldn't stand any more cheezy lines.
I woke up this morning and found my way to the kitchen. I finished off the Cap'n Crunch and, dammit, it felt good.
Creepy_Guy