Have you ever walked down the street, staring pointlessly at the nearly-melting tar road, hoping and praying that a big, freakish bolt of lightening would just strike you, singeing you to the bone, just so you don’t have to walk another step or live another minute of this crappy existence you call a life?
Yeah.
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Now what happened? Boy trouble again?
Come sail with me
On a black open sea
Where fairy lights
Light up at night
Where bicycles fly
And the sky is so high
And everything's So alright.
K.
How true.
Have you also reached that crappy stage where only, and only other people's misery makes you truly happy?I have.
doodus - no it's not boy trouble. it's just life.
Citrus - only if the bicycles fly so far and never come back.
peeking - no i haven't. but im afraid that i might, soon enough.
I haven't! That would be a rather gruesome end :-( I'd rather drift away in my sleep...
But what brought on such a wish??
oh... I rather NAUT talk about it... hahaha... what a dirty pun (shame on me)
yup.happened.
the bloody bolt of lightning.
never struck at the right time.
so tru.
still waiting for dat damned bolt of lightning...!
actually it sounds rather painful. and thn imagine if after all that, you find out murphy is on your side, and you are the only one on the street who survived the bolt ... sigh.
let's naut talk about lightning bolts, okay? Thank you.
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