Post by The Jiggler on Jul 10, 2016 21:28:17 GMT -4
The Drums in my Head:
They're loud. Obnoxious. They don't stop, they move forward as a train, getting louder and louder after each stop. Their rhythm is consistent and without change, aside from the random jumps in decibel levels. The Blue Chair is generally accepted as the god among us. We bicker and argue a lot over this religion. The Outsiders look at us as if we were different as if we're the ones who are crazy. Yet they are out there slaughtering each other for no reason. They're wasting a woman's nine months of work for their selfishness. If that's not crazy, then we don't know what is crazy. Mr. Folksth said that we're special, his little angel. I don't know only says 'angel' though, there's hundreds of us. Hundreds.
The Plot:
The world had been converted from a beautiful blue marble lush with green, to a scorched wasteland.
They're loud. Obnoxious. They don't stop, they move forward as a train, getting louder and louder after each stop. Their rhythm is consistent and without change, aside from the random jumps in decibel levels. The Blue Chair is generally accepted as the god among us. We bicker and argue a lot over this religion. The Outsiders look at us as if we were different as if we're the ones who are crazy. Yet they are out there slaughtering each other for no reason. They're wasting a woman's nine months of work for their selfishness. If that's not crazy, then we don't know what is crazy. Mr. Folksth said that we're special, his little angel. I don't know only says 'angel' though, there's hundreds of us. Hundreds.
The Plot:
The world had been converted from a beautiful blue marble lush with green, to a scorched wasteland.