Still nothing. Waiting and biding my time as Mario gets a reflection – just after Chris Redfield leaves a gorgeous looking and quite frankly terrifying mansion of nasties. I wonder how long it will take before Link finds the Triforce again and moreso what I’ve been doing in the meantime. Let’s hope I get at least one thing substantial out of the way so I’ll get more of an ego boost putting Ganon back to the grave again.
It’s four o’clock on a rainy day,
And I don’t have a place to go
I’m an old man
Hangin’round somewhere
But you know, I’ve been feeling alright…
Next summer, I’ll have to go on a holiday. Of course, I say this every year: make savings during the year, cause you know you’ll want to go away in the summer. But how can I save money? The very idea is completely foreign to me, a school of thought never part of my curriculum. Also, I am a firm believer of the statement that one should never pass on a good thing. The bitch about that is that a lot of good things these days simply cost a lot of money. I take all this in stride, naturally, cause that’s the kind of guy I am.
I find it extremely difficult getting up in the morning. It’s easy enough when you have to get up, I guess. When you’re supposed to be at work, or have an important class that you know you cannot afford to miss.
But when mommy no longer knocks on your morning door and there ain’t a teacher in the world expecting you to attend – and when you’re in a situation where you have the luxury of bumming around yer own place all day, all week, all month – the 9 to 5 roster is just too far out there.
Hallelujah.
All this nostalgia.
Listening to the King does it every time. And it doesn’t even matter that the places he takes you were never in yer own past – still, they sound nice. You find yourself yearning for cold wintry mornings – but then reality bites and it’s all very nice but also annoying from the daily-fuckin’-life perspective.
Look away,
Look away.
Down again, now. And afraid to look into the real reasons. I know this, I’ve been here. It happens every so often and it comes back again. Usually after something happens that I’ve been really looking forward to. The idea of things going by, ending – and the void that’s left when that happens, it breaks my heart a little every time. Life can be a cold reality when you’ve been exploring the boundaries of fun.
Why do I have such issues with these things? Why does it seem like everything is broken up when the party’s over? Why does the future look so bleak when I know there will be sequels, more parties, more people. But it must be the people. It freaks me out to find out I love someone.
Sniffedysnif where’s me spliff, I can’t think without me spliff. Where’s me spliff? Oh well time to save the world again, sniffedy sniff – feck where’s that spliff?
500 spaces to clear my thumb, the more I say it will go numb. Slippedy-slidin’-down the slope, drag the drifter and bag the dope – until yeh run out that is. In and out of words with a pinch of genius solely for your comfort. But when you pass that line of lush well where will yeh go? Lullabies no longer linger and sleep is sweet no more. Play that song again child, the same dream encore! No such luck, really must go, run out of space forevermore. This ends here
