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I apologise - crap.
Yet he still posts it?
Hmm.
***
The room smelt like new carpet. A smell I’ve never been sure I like or not.
But it was unmistakable, and threw my mind back to reality. But only for a second, then drew me back here again.
The end.
I flip my lucky penny in the air. Lean against the wall, waiting.
Head, tails, heads, tails.
Always the same.
Somebody, somewhere, has a random thought. And my penny is frozen in mid-air
Trick of the end.
Everything’s possible near the end - the mind is free.
I knew months before. One afternoon, I was walking home and it came to me.
Like the sun piercing through the storm clouds, spearing my vision. Only I couldn’t turn away, couldn’t turn back, couldn’t close my eyes. Once the sun hit me, there was nothing - I knew about the end.
I knew about the tricks.
And I scooped that old penny off the pavement.
And I flipped it in the air.
It was time to make the big decisions. Like the smells I like, and those I don’t.
Fresh grass - yes.
Melted plastic - no.
New trainers - yes
Peanuts - no
Petrol - yes
Always the same.
Now it’s my lucky penny. It’s stuck in mid-air, hanging between the sides - as indecisive as I am. The carpet smell tickles my nose.
Now it’s the end.
And now everybody knows it - and their minds are free. Death does funny things.
The world is no longer real, people have changed it. Made it worse, better, stranger, thicker.
With a free mind, they can do anything.
And now I’m stuck in this box-room. With the new carpet.
With the random thoughts, with my lucky penny.
I bring the penny to my nose, sniff.
Good smell / bad smell.
Another random thought.
My lucky penny melts.
And here I die, with a copper kiss.
In the box-room, that new-carpet smell in my nostrils.
I hate that smell.
Yet he still posts it?
Hmm.
***
The room smelt like new carpet. A smell I’ve never been sure I like or not.
But it was unmistakable, and threw my mind back to reality. But only for a second, then drew me back here again.
The end.
I flip my lucky penny in the air. Lean against the wall, waiting.
Head, tails, heads, tails.
Always the same.
Somebody, somewhere, has a random thought. And my penny is frozen in mid-air
Trick of the end.
Everything’s possible near the end - the mind is free.
I knew months before. One afternoon, I was walking home and it came to me.
Like the sun piercing through the storm clouds, spearing my vision. Only I couldn’t turn away, couldn’t turn back, couldn’t close my eyes. Once the sun hit me, there was nothing - I knew about the end.
I knew about the tricks.
And I scooped that old penny off the pavement.
And I flipped it in the air.
It was time to make the big decisions. Like the smells I like, and those I don’t.
Fresh grass - yes.
Melted plastic - no.
New trainers - yes
Peanuts - no
Petrol - yes
Always the same.
Now it’s my lucky penny. It’s stuck in mid-air, hanging between the sides - as indecisive as I am. The carpet smell tickles my nose.
Now it’s the end.
And now everybody knows it - and their minds are free. Death does funny things.
The world is no longer real, people have changed it. Made it worse, better, stranger, thicker.
With a free mind, they can do anything.
And now I’m stuck in this box-room. With the new carpet.
With the random thoughts, with my lucky penny.
I bring the penny to my nose, sniff.
Good smell / bad smell.
Another random thought.
My lucky penny melts.
And here I die, with a copper kiss.
In the box-room, that new-carpet smell in my nostrils.
I hate that smell.
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- like Uri Geller with a death wish.
I did.
But didn't post a reply.
Because I couldn't think of anything to say
But I will now.
Watch me go
But didn't post a reply.
Because I couldn't think of anything to say
But I will now.
Watch me go
Aye. White blinds.
Read "White Madness".
Don't aak me why, just do.
Read it.
Go go go.
Read "White Madness".
Don't aak me why, just do.
Read it.
Go go go.
Like blinds
DUPER
I'm a Super Zombie.
They take 12 hand-gun shots / 3 shotgun rounds to kill.
SUPER
They take 12 hand-gun shots / 3 shotgun rounds to kill.
SUPER
Damn zombies.
Anything by me is bound to bend something.
Cheers anywho.
Oh, wait, I'm dead.
Sorrah
Cheers anywho.
Oh, wait, I'm dead.
Sorrah
Read it. Hard to comment on. Mindbending. Thumbs up, anyhow.
Soemthing about it just made you want to read it all. In my oppinion very well written.
Smells.
Smells.
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