just get drunk and play video games...
come:
the walking abortions...
me too... and my bacon... batty...
once upon a time...
"once": 3 years ago...
we had a playground...
now? there are swings... but no one
wants to swing off of them (these days)...
came "mediocre" nod nod nod, nodding...
made in china tsunami...
and after that?
the leftover "voices"...
but in the meantime... in the... "meantime"?
nothing really happened...
since? nothing was supposed
to happen: to begin with...
a yawn was all...
if we were sentenced to
the early rise and early succumb to sleep
as cobblers...
at least... by that summary:
there would have been an echo
of footsteps well rehearsed...
the enigma of tying shoelaces for the first time...
but... now...
there was just that...
boring... slithering sound and sensation
of counting moo-n-e...
2 week cycles of the lunar calendar...
some would bask in the moonlight
naked...
while others would...
simply pretend to drown.