What clothes you have on dictate how society views you
Even though they claim it’s what’s underneath that’s important
And that’s why he was going to his job interview in an old Nirvana t-shirt and jean shorts
Realizing that what mattered above all else was being the CEO’s son
Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
Perhaps he should have been more careful in choosing the path he took
It would have made sense because there are dangers all around
That’s why it didn’t surprise him when he took one step too far and fell into the…
The sour taste in his mouth made him spit
All he had to rinse it out was more bitterness
Reaching for a lemon sounded sweeter than what he was experiencing
That’s why it even surprised him when he told his wife, “This is delicious, dear”.
Putting together a list of steps
Looking for any fallacies and fixing them
After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion
Nothing went right after that. So much for a good…
Formless gray extended in all directions
Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien
Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…
The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Sound the trumpets and the drums!
The Christ has been born in Bethlehem!
All should approach on bended knee
Reliving the Alpha while remembering the Omega
Never sang in front of more than a couple dozen people before
Evert could feel his legs try to quiver with just the mere thought of the packed concert hall
Ready and waiting for him to come on stage and open his mouth to let those songs free
Vivian smiled warmly as she straitened his collar. “You’ve got this.”
Oh, he got something all right. Got to go to the bathroom that is.
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked himself in the eye and thought..
So what was it going to be? That’s when he threw up.
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