Yes, I was talking to the TV. Yes, some simple shadows made me weep. Eyes drown, watching a moment end. Eyes drown in unfathomable traces of trauma, the stepped on sentience beneath the bruised skull and the stippled musings of shattered auto glass. Poked and prodded, scanned and set aside. Well past midnight and my head is rumbling, no pharmacy open, no car to drive there if it were. The clock edges towards another empty hour. Talking to the television, all the tomorrows I had planned for twisted metal and broken glass.
billystone:
hihi you talking with your tv??? please,if you want talk under my new set ;o) greeting to your neighbor haha from boop
squee:
Thank you so much for the comment on my new set in member review!