2005,
And on the Seventh day, the good lord said let there be life,..
or something like that,.........
7 days ago he sort of stopped the world to get off for a little while.
It wasn't intentional, it sort of just happened. He just seemed to drift over to the couch, sink down into its cushions and be drawn to staying there for the entire duration of the six days that followed.
Tuesday 28th, Wednesday 29th, Thursday 30th, Friday 31st, Saturday 1st and Sunday 2nd.
He really didn't do a thing.
I mean don't get me wrong, he wasn't feelin all sad and sorry for himself, but at the same time he wasn't flying hi in the sky with Lucy and Zoe either.
He wasn't reflecting on the zero four year that was coming to a close, yet neither was he planning for the future zero five year being a certain shade of Green.
He basically sort of stopped doing and thinking and just got off at the first stop,.... sort of, just shut down.
He remembers at times drifting in and out of consciousness, and remembers at times toying with the remote control to flick through the endless channels of nothingness. But apart from that he doesn't really remember much of anything at all.
Not even New Years Eve.
Well,... he vaguely recalls getting ready and packing the body off with the Cd flight cases and going through the motions till the early hours of New Years Day, but it didn't feel as though he was actually there,..... you know ?.
He felt as though he was still more of sank in the cushions on the couch at home, lookin in watching himself waiting for the night to go by, so that he could get back home to the sanctity of the world end bus stop drop off of the couch.
It was weird,......anything happen whilst he was way ?
And on the Seventh day, the good lord said let there be life,..
or something like that,.........
7 days ago he sort of stopped the world to get off for a little while.
It wasn't intentional, it sort of just happened. He just seemed to drift over to the couch, sink down into its cushions and be drawn to staying there for the entire duration of the six days that followed.
Tuesday 28th, Wednesday 29th, Thursday 30th, Friday 31st, Saturday 1st and Sunday 2nd.
He really didn't do a thing.
I mean don't get me wrong, he wasn't feelin all sad and sorry for himself, but at the same time he wasn't flying hi in the sky with Lucy and Zoe either.
He wasn't reflecting on the zero four year that was coming to a close, yet neither was he planning for the future zero five year being a certain shade of Green.
He basically sort of stopped doing and thinking and just got off at the first stop,.... sort of, just shut down.
He remembers at times drifting in and out of consciousness, and remembers at times toying with the remote control to flick through the endless channels of nothingness. But apart from that he doesn't really remember much of anything at all.
Not even New Years Eve.
Well,... he vaguely recalls getting ready and packing the body off with the Cd flight cases and going through the motions till the early hours of New Years Day, but it didn't feel as though he was actually there,..... you know ?.
He felt as though he was still more of sank in the cushions on the couch at home, lookin in watching himself waiting for the night to go by, so that he could get back home to the sanctity of the world end bus stop drop off of the couch.
It was weird,......anything happen whilst he was way ?
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Hope the New Year's a good 'un dude.
but it was still a good game
i still hate Texas and everything in it.