whistleinthedark

They both run in the fast lane with their lights off. -You used to be like that. No, I was an asshole.  I never actually thought I was Batman. Tomorrow morning walking would be hard but smiling would be easy. Suppose we have children and it turns out we don't like them. -If we like Bob, we can like anything. Bob was in the living room licking lint off the carpet. There's powered sugar on your shirt. -Must've fallen from the sky. What is this 'hiding salami'? -Fucking vegetarian don't know nothing. I was getting the feeling he'd lied about being from Pakistan.  Sounded to me like his village was in Hell. It was like having a beast

The seams in my head seem to be tearing,  Just a little, just enough to let all the not so nice things in.  It seems as though my seams are seemingly teeming with the fleeing thoughts in my head.  They want to get out and it's keeping me up in bed.  I've been looking at the clock and can't seem fathom why I'm still up at this ungodly hour.  I remember playing with those childhood mushrooms, clouds and turtles for hours and hours and driving with cold fear in the pit of my stomach that I might just not make it home, what with my square foot hole to peer through the ice frozen stubbornly on my windshield.  Metaphorical almost that the closer to