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If the danger of life is to die, then what is life? Just a picture frame of how to live without death, or the inner picture, which we try to scrape ourselves into, to be stereotyped.
The time was nine o’clock and getting out of bed was the key alternative to staying in it all day, and for some reason, I just couldn’t budge. Now I remember, it was a dream, and I couldn’t control it? Or could I?
I teleported through the space time continuum, but this was no ordinary journey, as the bus windows weren’t showing the old wrinkly days of old, but the days of the future…the days of my past!
And why was this do I hear you ask, my answer is that I just don’t know. (You heard.) The wheels of the bus were no ordinary feat I could assure you, they were made of solid lead cannon fodder, and if anyone could budge it, it would be Kenny, the bus driver from New Mexico who just loved to speak Russian nearly each and every day of his life, man he was so cool, but still…no one seemed to really like his style. I don’t know why though. His sinuses being bunged up didn’t help him much today, so he stuck to plain old English. Didn’t I mention the bus was holding other travellers? It also had those groovy stop buttons, which everyone seems to mention but nobody dears to touch.
This bus was groovy, and so was my new age generation’s adventure going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED…………
The time was nine o’clock and getting out of bed was the key alternative to staying in it all day, and for some reason, I just couldn’t budge. Now I remember, it was a dream, and I couldn’t control it? Or could I?
I teleported through the space time continuum, but this was no ordinary journey, as the bus windows weren’t showing the old wrinkly days of old, but the days of the future…the days of my past!
And why was this do I hear you ask, my answer is that I just don’t know. (You heard.) The wheels of the bus were no ordinary feat I could assure you, they were made of solid lead cannon fodder, and if anyone could budge it, it would be Kenny, the bus driver from New Mexico who just loved to speak Russian nearly each and every day of his life, man he was so cool, but still…no one seemed to really like his style. I don’t know why though. His sinuses being bunged up didn’t help him much today, so he stuck to plain old English. Didn’t I mention the bus was holding other travellers? It also had those groovy stop buttons, which everyone seems to mention but nobody dears to touch.
This bus was groovy, and so was my new age generation’s adventure going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED…………
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If the danger of life is to die, then what is life? Just a picture frame of how to live without death, or the inner picture, which we try to scrape ourselves into, to be stereotyped.
The time was nine o’clock and getting out of bed was the key alternative to staying in it all day, and for some reason, I just couldn’t budge. Now I remember, it was a dream, and I couldn’t control it? Or could I?
I teleported through the space time continuum, but this was no ordinary journey, as the bus windows weren’t showing the old wrinkly days of old, but the days of the future…the days of my past!
And why was this do I hear you ask, my answer is that I just don’t know. (You heard.) The wheels of the bus were no ordinary feat I could assure you, they were made of solid lead cannon fodder, and if anyone could budge it, it would be Kenny, the bus driver from New Mexico who just loved to speak Russian nearly each and every day of his life, man he was so cool, but still…no one seemed to really like his style. I don’t know why though. His sinuses being bunged up didn’t help him much today, so he stuck to plain old English. Didn’t I mention the bus was holding other travellers? It also had those groovy stop buttons, which everyone seems to mention but nobody dears to touch.
This bus was groovy, and so was my new age generation’s adventure going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED…………
The time was nine o’clock and getting out of bed was the key alternative to staying in it all day, and for some reason, I just couldn’t budge. Now I remember, it was a dream, and I couldn’t control it? Or could I?
I teleported through the space time continuum, but this was no ordinary journey, as the bus windows weren’t showing the old wrinkly days of old, but the days of the future…the days of my past!
And why was this do I hear you ask, my answer is that I just don’t know. (You heard.) The wheels of the bus were no ordinary feat I could assure you, they were made of solid lead cannon fodder, and if anyone could budge it, it would be Kenny, the bus driver from New Mexico who just loved to speak Russian nearly each and every day of his life, man he was so cool, but still…no one seemed to really like his style. I don’t know why though. His sinuses being bunged up didn’t help him much today, so he stuck to plain old English. Didn’t I mention the bus was holding other travellers? It also had those groovy stop buttons, which everyone seems to mention but nobody dears to touch.
This bus was groovy, and so was my new age generation’s adventure going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED…………