Sweet mama pajamas in a hamper basket of justice!!!
Ahhhhhhhh aaa hahaahahahaaaa ... we live in for countdown..
ahaha final countdown makes me laugh my ass off.. but I think I'm actually gonna write something unreal
it isn't the same seeing everything over in this old town. I've been back so many times, the same old dusty roads ridden with speckled debris. I see the same broken street lights flicker on and off, I remember shooting them with BBs a long time ago. It's funny how they still haven't fixed the cracked lights. Faded yellow lines I always try to drive exactly on... so many memories and still it all feels like I was sitting in the 14th row of a movie theater watching it all happen.
I remember the nights I sat up on the top of buildings down deep within the city. Surrounded by the electric sky, trinkets of shining light left by the late night worker bees endlessly buzzing in their 4x4 cubic prisons. It was humorous to me that I sat at the same height carefree and exposed to the winds of the world, each gust twisting and winding thru the industrial giants only to careen past my face whistling their secrets. Of lusty office affairs in a nearby financial building between boss and secretary. Sad stories whimpered out to the cold empty night of a man with no reason to live only pillars away in his occupational tower.
I see him fall and yet I lunge outward only to have my chest crush my now twisted hand against the rooftop wall. He almost looks serene in his absence, as if his troubles were as light as feathers cast out with every passing floor. His empty euphoria only to be repaid in a splattering crack against a man's shiny spotless BMW, now capsized with cranial indentations and a splattering of pristine crimson droplets cascading in 2 dimensional fireworks across the hood and windshield. He died with eyes rolled back in his head but a smile bent up to each pupil.. He was at last at peace.
I remember the certain things here.. not the ones involving me.. not directly at least.. maybe that's why I left this town.. this melting pot of epiphanies and dreams.. all lost to the scruff of a society to forgotten in their own idle dramas that they tend to let them build up like the now dead man's paperwork in his in box.
Ah my exit is coming up.. turn signal and a slow easing over to escape the highway and rush into my own first layer of hell. I'm back home.
ahaha final countdown makes me laugh my ass off.. but I think I'm actually gonna write something unreal
it isn't the same seeing everything over in this old town. I've been back so many times, the same old dusty roads ridden with speckled debris. I see the same broken street lights flicker on and off, I remember shooting them with BBs a long time ago. It's funny how they still haven't fixed the cracked lights. Faded yellow lines I always try to drive exactly on... so many memories and still it all feels like I was sitting in the 14th row of a movie theater watching it all happen.
I remember the nights I sat up on the top of buildings down deep within the city. Surrounded by the electric sky, trinkets of shining light left by the late night worker bees endlessly buzzing in their 4x4 cubic prisons. It was humorous to me that I sat at the same height carefree and exposed to the winds of the world, each gust twisting and winding thru the industrial giants only to careen past my face whistling their secrets. Of lusty office affairs in a nearby financial building between boss and secretary. Sad stories whimpered out to the cold empty night of a man with no reason to live only pillars away in his occupational tower.
I see him fall and yet I lunge outward only to have my chest crush my now twisted hand against the rooftop wall. He almost looks serene in his absence, as if his troubles were as light as feathers cast out with every passing floor. His empty euphoria only to be repaid in a splattering crack against a man's shiny spotless BMW, now capsized with cranial indentations and a splattering of pristine crimson droplets cascading in 2 dimensional fireworks across the hood and windshield. He died with eyes rolled back in his head but a smile bent up to each pupil.. He was at last at peace.
I remember the certain things here.. not the ones involving me.. not directly at least.. maybe that's why I left this town.. this melting pot of epiphanies and dreams.. all lost to the scruff of a society to forgotten in their own idle dramas that they tend to let them build up like the now dead man's paperwork in his in box.
Ah my exit is coming up.. turn signal and a slow easing over to escape the highway and rush into my own first layer of hell. I'm back home.