Water fountains down from the heavens. Free fall speed. A demolition goes off in the troposphere. Level after level of clouds, erupts into syncronised pat-pat-pat. As for me, stuck, trapped, only a hood and a tennis racket to guide me through the steel jungle. A call of ergence, implode for help. A bag, droplets seep through and consume the ink on my paper. Glases fogged by boisterous rain. A smudged picture of a smudged world.
Sucked in and it began, making my way to the steel horse, or cow. Cow is better. Cow is tasty... yum. Ancestral to ranches of steel cattle, tied to rails and feed through circits and pure electricity. I ride it home, but I must ride another steed. Another trusty steed.
This steed, runs on fuel and plastic circles. Etched to grip flat concrete. A slip, dip, and rip. In goes the card, out comes the card, out goes the hand, in goes the hand, in the card goes to it's toasty leather home. Again, the windows are smudged. Smudged pictures of a smudged world.
Aiding my guardian, a crack as the door creaks open. Clambering, up up up.
We all know what it is like, no need for explanation... Homework... Ugh, grrr, arg, damn!
Still stories are fed onto screens through wire. An array of color and movement. A flickering motion, a stop motion, with a click click click as it steadily and evenly moves along.
Comes a sense of empowerment. The music feeds me. I am always hungry. Through wires and speakers, comes empowered excitement, like, like, like, almost like steroids! But I don't do steroids, hahaha imagine if I did! I'd end up like this!
Sucked in and it began, making my way to the steel horse, or cow. Cow is better. Cow is tasty... yum. Ancestral to ranches of steel cattle, tied to rails and feed through circits and pure electricity. I ride it home, but I must ride another steed. Another trusty steed.
This steed, runs on fuel and plastic circles. Etched to grip flat concrete. A slip, dip, and rip. In goes the card, out comes the card, out goes the hand, in goes the hand, in the card goes to it's toasty leather home. Again, the windows are smudged. Smudged pictures of a smudged world.
Aiding my guardian, a crack as the door creaks open. Clambering, up up up.
We all know what it is like, no need for explanation... Homework... Ugh, grrr, arg, damn!
Still stories are fed onto screens through wire. An array of color and movement. A flickering motion, a stop motion, with a click click click as it steadily and evenly moves along.
Comes a sense of empowerment. The music feeds me. I am always hungry. Through wires and speakers, comes empowered excitement, like, like, like, almost like steroids! But I don't do steroids, hahaha imagine if I did! I'd end up like this!
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