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Blong
Swallow didn't want to bother Blong. But he pecked at his shirt anyways. Blong, annoyed by the distraction, burped. Blong always burped when he was irritated; it prevented him from cursing, and watching sports. He extracted his head from underneath the A-roma Wagon, and investigated the cause of his interruption. Swallow couldn't explain. Swallow couldn't speak. Flix Fly's didn't communicate much. They transmitted sonic information waves to other Flix Fly's, but that was mostly about the tastiest Krisp Leech. Swallow had, by now, departed Blong's shoulder, and was hovering around his forehead. This was proving to be quite a migraine for Blong.
"What?", Blong enquired.
Swallow flapped his wings.
"Hmm."
And since then, Swallow had followed Blong, wherever he went, whenever he went. And Blong still had no idea why.
Blong had already moved two steps forward. This was good, and it was the first time Blong had walked since the accident.
Buy the new issue. The cover story's mine. And thank me for the Euro 2004 poster later.
It's not rained the last few days, and that's caused soccer to die. When the basketball court is dry, basketball is played. If only I didn't suck at the sport.
This grounding business is getting on my nerves. I would like, to leave this city. This ol' town don't smell so pretty.
I plan my Sunday's six days in advance. Lethargy and boredom are the sole governing factors of my decisions. So, most often, I indulge in free reading at Oxford, or meet up with someone I haven't overkilled during the week.
Haven't visited a music store in about 2 months, and the requirement to do the same is phenomenal.
From now on, I'll be keeping the paragraphs shorter. Nothing super-exciting's happening anyways. Once Mclaren start winning....
I've started running again. Mostly, I don't want to get fat again. I eat heavy dinners.
Everyday, after lunch, I treat the five stray's outside my office to a pack of glucose biscuits. I'm thinking of naming them. I've already got Spock. He's the one with the pointy ears. And there's a bitch with three legs. I call her Trinity.
I haven't watched television in a long time, and it's beginning to itch.
I've been realliy high on "Run" by Snow Patrol. The words mean everything... to me.
Song: Run - Snow Patrol
Poetry In Static (These are just the verse. Please, oh please, listen)
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all i've done.
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anywhere from here
To think I might not see those eyes
It makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do.
Thought
Two months just fly by sometimes.
Till next time...
Thank God For Conveyance
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