But the plot will come if you just type words. You just have to believe.
Like that would really happen. He laughed bitterly.
All it meant was the letter vomit on the page might be some sort of Rorschach story form.
He closed the document and went to bed. He had seen enough.
Oscillating around her, trapped in her emotional gravitational field
Rotating in and out of her sunny disposition
Bob felt like their relationship was becoming too predictable
It changed and became chaotic and way more complicated
The moment a third body entered the picture
Feeling ancient, well beyond his years
Oliver groaned, stretched, and popped a few vertebrae back in place
So many stairs to climb to get to his bed made him shake his head
So heavy limbs, like they were made of stone
It made him want to just lay down here for all of eternity
Laughing, he thought he now knew how the dinosaurs felt
How do I get your attention,
Especially when you are trying to be so busy?
You hear me?
Everything old is new again
Coming back into favor as the past fades away
Hearing the ripples of history
Of course most of the time this falls on deaf ears
Tribulations were the least of Lydia’s worries
Racing against the end of days was a real thing
If she was successful, everyone would survive
And if she failed, well, that really wasn’t an option
Lifting her eyes to seek whatever divine help she could she entered the fray
Maybe this was her Olympic chance.
Everything hung into balance.
Did she have what it would take?
As she leaned in for a kiss she had the answer
Looking for the gold, she was settling for the bronze.
Earth, air, fire, water
Life was simpler in the past
Everything was created with those four basic substances
Making up everyone’s reality
Except people knew there was something more
Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks
That is how life goes, Mr. Watson. Starts off simple then becomes complex.
Perhaps it is beneath your attention
Every cent counts in the long run, though
Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy
Never picking him up when he’s on the ground
Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it
For goodness sake, I thought you would be prettier.
Really? That’s how you want to start our date?
Actually, yes. I told you I was honest to a fault when we talked on the phone
Now that was truth in advertising. Refreshing. Still, you’re a jerk, and I’ll be leaving.
Knew that would happen. At least I didn’t have to buy your dinner.