Pressure....

Feb 03, 2005 21:06

Two pairs sit facing a wall. The torn wallpaper that they're all facing is of a fashion that's long been out of style. The four are all having different drinks.

Behind each individual sits a broad dark man, facing their backs.

The first dark man says to the first of the four, "That's a bitter drink you have there. It really would be best if you would stop being so stubborn...and just get a sweeter drink, like your three friends, there."

The the other man, following the other man didn't hesitate to say to his mate, "You know, you really don't belong here. You're here for a lack of something better. I know, this is the best establishment in town...but, dear, you know, there are many towns outside of this one, here. You should really consider what I'm saying...."

Who wasn't to expect that the third man would say, "Take that damn poisonous glass up in your hand, and throw it against that trashy-ass wallpaper. Forget all these foolish games. I know you've had enough; shatter it all. All over."

The fourth dark man turned to his left, and addressed his partner of the fourth world in saying, "Such trivial matters really all come down to the climate, you know, it all comes down to the climate."
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