Drama
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
"Just sit right back and you'll hear the tale, the tale of a fateful trip...There's been a shot from the school book depository building!...By the way Glenn Miller played...I am not a crook...Wooba, wooba, wooba...I do not recall, Mr. Chairman...No one said it was gonna be this waaaay...About a third of the federal building, has been blown away!...On Survivor: Amazon...Oh, no, the second tower is collapsing!...Offering more than 300 channels, 55 premium channels, all local channels. digital video and sound and this spring: High Definition. Act now and get a free three-month trial of Cinemax..."
Creep at this petty pace from day to day unto the last syllable of recorded time...
Hey! Are we out of fucking toilet paper!?!
And all our yesterdays are lighted fools the path to dusty death.
Ignition. back out west. Forward east, veer north then east again. Half a mile then left. Half a mile then right. 200 feet, veer left. BEEP goes the pike automaton. Accelerate. Select track 10 and...accelerate to a nice, smooth Japanese-engineered glide. "There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply!" 13 minutes and five turns later the shades come off, the music ends, the door locks.
Out, out brief candle...
Three Decembers ago: "Russell, man, did we just watch him die?" A pensive, colorless nod and sleepless night later, tears and maturity.
Life's a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage...
Stardate May 1, 2020: That's right folks, it's the 35th annual Cinco de Mayo chow and spew fest. Social security would've paid for the keg had not dead ol' W stole it. So either BYOB or we gum down prefab guacamole and salsa picosa, swilling it down with wormy, tequila-infused Geritol. Viagra? Pop 'em if you got 'em.
And then is no more...
Stardate May 5, 2020: Regrets.
It's a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
See above.
"Just sit right back and you'll hear the tale, the tale of a fateful trip...There's been a shot from the school book depository building!...By the way Glenn Miller played...I am not a crook...Wooba, wooba, wooba...I do not recall, Mr. Chairman...No one said it was gonna be this waaaay...About a third of the federal building, has been blown away!...On Survivor: Amazon...Oh, no, the second tower is collapsing!...Offering more than 300 channels, 55 premium channels, all local channels. digital video and sound and this spring: High Definition. Act now and get a free three-month trial of Cinemax..."
Creep at this petty pace from day to day unto the last syllable of recorded time...
Hey! Are we out of fucking toilet paper!?!
And all our yesterdays are lighted fools the path to dusty death.
Ignition. back out west. Forward east, veer north then east again. Half a mile then left. Half a mile then right. 200 feet, veer left. BEEP goes the pike automaton. Accelerate. Select track 10 and...accelerate to a nice, smooth Japanese-engineered glide. "There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply!" 13 minutes and five turns later the shades come off, the music ends, the door locks.
Out, out brief candle...
Three Decembers ago: "Russell, man, did we just watch him die?" A pensive, colorless nod and sleepless night later, tears and maturity.
Life's a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage...
Stardate May 1, 2020: That's right folks, it's the 35th annual Cinco de Mayo chow and spew fest. Social security would've paid for the keg had not dead ol' W stole it. So either BYOB or we gum down prefab guacamole and salsa picosa, swilling it down with wormy, tequila-infused Geritol. Viagra? Pop 'em if you got 'em.
And then is no more...
Stardate May 5, 2020: Regrets.
It's a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
See above.