It was a Tuesday. Cloudy and hazy. I was sitting at my table, eating my Cheerios and reading the morning paper. Oh look, City Councilor Ass Hatt started ranting about Charter Schools and God again. How do these idiots get electe----
I heard a sound. A light whisper of a sound....
I looked up from my bowl, and there in front of me stood, the mighty Zamfir.
That's right, Zamfir was in my kitchen. He started to play me a tune. Light whisps on the heavy air. It was as though he was communicating to me through this song. Melodies draped with truth. Haunting in their timbre. Deep in their meaning. Drawing me in. Seemingly giving me instruction for the day. Showing me the way to.....BLAAAAM!
Ouch!
I raise my head again, dripping in milk, plastered with Cheerios.
And Zamfir was not there.
I guess it was all just a pipe dream.
Quote from: What's-His-Name? on February 16, 2012, 09:04:41 PM
It was a Tuesday. Cloudy and hazy. I was sitting at my table, eating my Cheerios and reading the morning paper. Oh look, City Councilor Ass Hatt started ranting about Charter Schools and God again. How do these idiots get electe----
I heard a sound. A light whisper of a sound....
I looked up from my bowl, and there in front of me stood, the mighty Zamfir.
That's right, Zamfir was in my kitchen. He started to play me a tune. Light whisps on the heavy air. It was as though he was communicating to me through this song. Melodies draped with truth. Haunting in their timbre. Deep in their meaning. Drawing me in. Seemingly giving me instruction for the day. Showing me the way to.....BLAAAAM!
Ouch!
I raise my head again, dripping in milk, plastered with Cheerios.
And Zamfir was not there.
I guess it was all just a pipe dream.
Oh, shit.
:argh!:
I PUN BECAUSE I HATE LOVE!