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Louder, Louder... And We'll Run For Our Lives
Blong
Blong needed to get out of the room, the dull blue walls were making him claustrophobic, and itchy.
Swallow had stopped flapping fast. It was a casually relaxed pace now. And for this, Blong was thankful.
They made their way to the exit door, and Blong tried the latch. It was locked. Damnit. He tried it again, this time shaking it violently. No cigar. Walking back eight large steps, he readied himself. He charged forward with the enthusiasm of a bull that'd just been pinched on the bottom, and rammed into the door with all his might. Oh, the pain! It was almost like slamming into the windshield of that school bus all over again. Like a dermatologist with a bad rash he clumsily made his way back to the bed that had been his rest for the last few weeks.
Swallow had watched Blong's pathetic display of force and pondered. He didn't think Blong, with the bulk of a pregnant cow, would be able to make an exit via the ventilation window. There had to be another way out. Blong was scratching himself furiously.
Time is just passing by so fast. Weeks are flying by. And when I'm at work, I can almost see the hands on my watch waving another few hours away like they were some unwanted relatives who stayed over too long.
Guitar's been playing well. Its sounds... fresh, somehow. Coldplay plays frequently, especially The Scientist.
I know exactly how you feel, coz I've felt it all.
Song: The Scientist - Coldplay
Poetry In Static
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
Thought
You don't know how lovely you are.
Till next time...
Nobody
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