ride, magic, ride...
I woke up this mornin' and somethin' was a little off. Not bad off, just weird-ass off. Like I had a headache, only it wasn't an ache, just this tickle in the back of my mind, if that makes any sense. I been walkin' around all day with it, and it's just about drivin' me nuts. Now I haven't been too preoccupied to notice there's some strange shit going down; I saw some guy chasin' a white rabbit through the woods earlier, and I swear I saw that cute girl Karen talkin' to a squirrel.
Still, I can't think about it too much; this buzzing in my head's drivin' me batshit to the point I finally think I maybe should see a doctor about it. I'm on my way up to the compound to hopefully nail down one of the clinic docs when I see somethin' lying on the path in my way. It's this stick, all polished and carved up decorative, one end's thicker, kinda like a handle. "Damn Harry Potter leavin' his wand lyin' around all the time," I say to myself, kinda grinnin', but I don't actually think it's a magic wand... that'd be ridiculous, right?
'Cept when I pick it up the buzzing in my head gets louder, and I feel this tingly rush start at the top of my head and work its way down to my feet. "Whoa," I say, not to be all Keanu about it, but it's a pretty fuckin' weird feeling. I can't really believe this is what it looks like it is, but I give the wand a wave just in case, makin' sure no one's looking first. I about jump out of my skin when fireworks come out the end, and look around again to make sure there's no one hiding in the bushes ready to give me the old Surprise, you're on Island Candid Camera thing. Once I realize I really am alone and (apparently) I really do have magic, it doesn't take me long to think of what I wanna do with it. Hell, it doesn't take me long to think of a hundred things; I got a vivid imagination. But with infinite power at my fingertips, there's only one thing I can think of I wanna use it for.
Fifteen minutes later I'm riding down the beach on my bike-- my bike, the one Thumper drowned, my baby. She's purring like a kitten and I can't help havin' the biggest damn grin on my face, like a kid at Christmas, only better. There ain't nothin' in the world I coulda wished for to put me in a better mood than this. I drive for what feels like hours, just havin' the time of my island life. It's only when I come onto this narrow strip of beach and I see someone sorta in my way that I slow to a stop; I may be out for a joy ride, but I'm not gonna be an asshole about it. "Be outta your way in a sec," I call, rolling slowly by.
[wizard!weevil at your service! :D any tags are welcome, would especially like tyra, veronica and not!lilly karen! i'll be on insta-slowtime till tomorrow but it's my day off so i will be around then to answer tags. XD]
Still, I can't think about it too much; this buzzing in my head's drivin' me batshit to the point I finally think I maybe should see a doctor about it. I'm on my way up to the compound to hopefully nail down one of the clinic docs when I see somethin' lying on the path in my way. It's this stick, all polished and carved up decorative, one end's thicker, kinda like a handle. "Damn Harry Potter leavin' his wand lyin' around all the time," I say to myself, kinda grinnin', but I don't actually think it's a magic wand... that'd be ridiculous, right?
'Cept when I pick it up the buzzing in my head gets louder, and I feel this tingly rush start at the top of my head and work its way down to my feet. "Whoa," I say, not to be all Keanu about it, but it's a pretty fuckin' weird feeling. I can't really believe this is what it looks like it is, but I give the wand a wave just in case, makin' sure no one's looking first. I about jump out of my skin when fireworks come out the end, and look around again to make sure there's no one hiding in the bushes ready to give me the old Surprise, you're on Island Candid Camera thing. Once I realize I really am alone and (apparently) I really do have magic, it doesn't take me long to think of what I wanna do with it. Hell, it doesn't take me long to think of a hundred things; I got a vivid imagination. But with infinite power at my fingertips, there's only one thing I can think of I wanna use it for.
Fifteen minutes later I'm riding down the beach on my bike-- my bike, the one Thumper drowned, my baby. She's purring like a kitten and I can't help havin' the biggest damn grin on my face, like a kid at Christmas, only better. There ain't nothin' in the world I coulda wished for to put me in a better mood than this. I drive for what feels like hours, just havin' the time of my island life. It's only when I come onto this narrow strip of beach and I see someone sorta in my way that I slow to a stop; I may be out for a joy ride, but I'm not gonna be an asshole about it. "Be outta your way in a sec," I call, rolling slowly by.
[wizard!weevil at your service! :D any tags are welcome, would especially like tyra, veronica and not!lilly karen! i'll be on insta-slowtime till tomorrow but it's my day off so i will be around then to answer tags. XD]