It all comes down to...

Yesterday was rather a surreal day. It started off, as I like to describe it, as flat coke. It has no life, doesn't taste anywhere near as good as you expect and is barely recognisable as its previous incarnation. I was in the mood to add another verse or two to the 'Darklight', which is me writing tacky poetry for the thrill of... writing tacky poetry. But things got better once my friends turned up, which led to me realising what the problem was. I was lacking in social interaction. If you've ever played the sims, you can see what happens to them when they get no social interaction. That was me. But all that asside, before things got better I had several hours to kill and a sore throat. Which led to an unusual discovery- My pulse.i've never been able to find it before, but yesterday while feeling around my glands to see if they were the reason for my sore throat, I stumbled across a heartbeat. I was a little surprised myself. I can remember sitting in the back of a car decked out for sound where the thumping of the base was almost like a heartbeat, and the first thing I thought was how funky Rafael would find that, since he hasn't had a heartbeat for while. Which disturbed me somewhat, and rather proved that I've had TBE on the brain for too long.
But once the school dredge was over, I returned to my silent home to await the returning of my mother. Which led to be noticing, once again, that when the light in my neighbourhood goes somewhat twilighty, rather then going blue or grey like at my old house, it goes red. For a short time, the whole back yard is luminated in a red hue, whih was the original inspiration for the name 'darklight'. That's what it is- It's a darklight, and it makes the world a shade of red for a moment. I don't know if it's just polution or heat from the factories or gasses from the tip or what, but it's sort of specy.
And then my mother retured. she's been away for the past two weeks on holiday at Airley beach, living it up amongst the youngsters. She now firmly believes that me and Zoe should go backpacking there. She asked me what I wanted, and I could think of nothing, but as she was on the bech I told her to bring me back a shell. She brought me back several, at least one a damn speccy one. That'll learn me to try to be smart I suppose. I guess there aren't manny shells up there, they'd all be crushed under the feet of tourists. I take it she had fun though, because there was a whole lotta stuff bought back. My favorite is perhaps a series of smooth black stones.

Enough, the lesson is over.

"We're not just a nation of crooks, we're a nation of cheap crooks"
~CNNNN
- posted by Washi @ 12:15 pm