Looking at the arrow of time, he felt that it was wrong. It didn’t explain his bouts of DeJa’Vu.
Oh, that’s why he had spent so much of his life putting together this machine from those moments.
Only did he have the balls to press the button and see what would happen?
Pushing it he winked out of time. When he woke up he had a feeling he should make a time machine…
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
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”.
Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…
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…
Why have such a narrow view of life
It may be natural to focus on oneself
Don’t limit yourself in that way.
Expand to asking what others are experiencing. You might be surprised at what gifts you discover.
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.
Going on this date was such a bad idea.
Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?
Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.
On camera, the room looked round.
Viewed from the inside, however, that was definitely not the case.
And why did they decide to make a space, especially such an important one, that way?
Look, they were still British in their own special way, so why not.
“Look, I know I have a bunch of sins, so sue me!”
“Everyone sins. Why are yours so different?”
“No one I know puts dill pickles on pizza like I do.”
“That’s a damnable offense. Repent you heathen, or enjoy hell!”
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