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Story of a moronic daydreamer

le vendredi 19 juin 2009, à 11:40. Posté par Mechant Monsieur

Here comes the story of a regular guy He knows what he's doing and he hates it like that He smokes a cigarette while he drinks his coffee Like everybody else that's what he has to be. He's walking cross the street, while a car comes really fast the dude driving the car brakes hard and then he screams what the fuck are you doing you moronic cocksucker and the dude just walks on by while flipping him the bird. Tired and bored and sick He goes to the office But he doesn't get in he walks on to the park And so he lies and rests a bit and daydreaming he thinks he can leave the world he's involved in and start creating a new one In which the trees could actually speak and people could only listen In which the streets no longer exist and in the sky there'd be two suns And he wakes up, and he stands up And he crosses that street again But there's nobody driving by just a few birds flying about.

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