Fire and Water
Richard woke up from a dream full of music and drama-- the story of his life, like he'd seen it, only it wouldn't turn out how it was supposed to...
And at one point he'd turned into a robot, the fuck was that?
Nevermind. Nevermind. A dream.
And now it was a crisp, cool night with the wind that made his spine tingle.
Fuck island shit week. This is gonna be a GOOD night.
He followed the path down to the beach, stripped-- left his knife harness down under all his clothes-- and hurled himself into the water. Freezing cold, but wasn't that half the fun?
[For absolutely anyone. Timed to evening, at or around sunset. He's naked, including the eyes, so the faint of heart pups should possibly steer clear.]
And at one point he'd turned into a robot, the fuck was that?
Nevermind. Nevermind. A dream.
And now it was a crisp, cool night with the wind that made his spine tingle.
Fuck island shit week. This is gonna be a GOOD night.
He followed the path down to the beach, stripped-- left his knife harness down under all his clothes-- and hurled himself into the water. Freezing cold, but wasn't that half the fun?
[For absolutely anyone. Timed to evening, at or around sunset. He's naked, including the eyes, so the faint of heart pups should possibly steer clear.]