BeinGeneric
Bluelighter
I can lie down flat on the floor in my living room, Arms at my sides staring up at the ceiling, which is a different color than the walls. I can lie flat.
A movie I was watching yesterday showed a man packing his things for a trip. He was a bachelor and slow and methodical. The living room was spare with earthy tones of browns and dark yellows and oranges. The general feel was one of stasis. An understanding that this man had been stuck too long in this closet, with the same crappy furniture and crappy plates and tarnished silverware, foul smelling carpet and wrinkled clothes, reliving the sad, creased sepia toned memories of his dead or estranged or fictional wife, that he had settled for the least the world had to offer. And then I realized, he could lay down in his living room too. Just one way, head at the love seat and feet toward the front wall, the room was too thin lie the other direction. His living room was the same size as mine. Mine just smelled more like cigarettes and beer, you know, usage. What did he have to be so upset about? It wasn't like the toilet was overflowing and bare electrical wires crisscrossed the bed. He wasn't terrible ugly (although I think it was Robin Williams so you can judge for yourself) I really don't know what I am trying to say, I'm just killing time until I can drink without Michelle mentioning anything.
A movie I was watching yesterday showed a man packing his things for a trip. He was a bachelor and slow and methodical. The living room was spare with earthy tones of browns and dark yellows and oranges. The general feel was one of stasis. An understanding that this man had been stuck too long in this closet, with the same crappy furniture and crappy plates and tarnished silverware, foul smelling carpet and wrinkled clothes, reliving the sad, creased sepia toned memories of his dead or estranged or fictional wife, that he had settled for the least the world had to offer. And then I realized, he could lay down in his living room too. Just one way, head at the love seat and feet toward the front wall, the room was too thin lie the other direction. His living room was the same size as mine. Mine just smelled more like cigarettes and beer, you know, usage. What did he have to be so upset about? It wasn't like the toilet was overflowing and bare electrical wires crisscrossed the bed. He wasn't terrible ugly (although I think it was Robin Williams so you can judge for yourself) I really don't know what I am trying to say, I'm just killing time until I can drink without Michelle mentioning anything.
