he keeps chucking protractors, they won't give him the new angle he's looking for....
this 6 degree bullshit got him more than paranoid.....
ah shit, he trippin...
maybe.... what the fuck are YOU gon do about it?
his perspective might as well be inspired by absinthe, and coming to a fight club near you...
sometimes it is...
are you automatically spewing rhetoric, just because you're asking rhetorical questions?
ever step out on to a ledge made of words and counted how long it took to drop? he lasted pretty long cause he's slim and he talks alot...
how bout trying to record the exact moment that you fall asleep? great way to stay awake...
what's your record for banging your head into a brick wall before admitting your brains are falling all over the place?
and for what?
cause he couldn't get in where he fits in?
when he walked up to the spot, the bouncers at the door were twins... beautiful ladies of course....he immediately takes to one, as the other hisses...
quick into conversation, he says something to offend the twin he was talking to...
something that simultaneously makes the other twin stop hissing, and let out a loud hoot, as she tosses back her head...
shoots him some responsive wit, as the offended and dejected twin starts to act... well....
they continue talking until he offends this twin just the same...
he takes 2 steps back...
now neither of them like him, but they are both interested...
selfishly he is scrambling in his mind....
if he can somehow please them both, well, wouldn't that just make him the big winner?
he tries to get into the mind of the beautiful twin...
stays up day after night, cloaked in his cape of wonder, and overachievement....
one rainy day, he holds two umbrellas, one in each hand as they move toward the car....
a 3 way bicker, he looks at their reflection off of the car....
he can't tell who's who...
himself included.....
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