Lazy from C-Z

And then there was music in her shoes. She galloped, she glided, she soared. Upwards ever higher. Lost sight of her in the midst of all the commotion. People surrounded us from all angles watching as the tiny woman sky slowly blurred itself from our visions. The sky was indeed the limit. She was not coming back. None of us could have anticipated how impactful this moment would be for the rest of our miserable lives. It was hard to fathom that someone else's success truly did have some kind of personal repercussion amongst individuals including myself. Never would I have ever imagined a selfish man like me could ever propel my thoughts into such greater heights as hers did, but here I am, burning with a passion of a million exploding suns.

Everything was subtly tense that day, but the air did not betray any sort of omission. Kind of just got carried away by the feeling that somehow it could or could not be. Some of the boys from the day before had granted me a reaffirming copacetism that neither of those that surrounded me provided. so I suppose being thrown off a bus was an understandable and kinder gesture than what I would have hoped. There I was doing the menial things in the hours prior to thinking about being productive, knowing that I was being blamed for any lack of things thereof. Must have swollen that mentally paraplegic woman in bed with laughter once the news broke. Sitting down with a clown and and an assclown, I was presented with my keen reward. I suppose a warm thanks is in order. For all the joys and the pains, the only thing that bothers me most is how quickly I remedy this. Not long after the busybody at home sniffs the dilemma, got me tongue-tied with nothing positive to share, and hoping for the bes...