Is this real, or is this fantasy? Or am I just quoting a Queen song?
Either way, this sucks. I can’t text. I can’t listen to Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I can’t watch movies or…okay, you know what I can’t do because all ye bloggers are in the same boat.
Whenever I go to an airport, my mom suggests that I take out a notebook and observe the people I encounter. They can all be characters in evolving books or poems.
Once, I did that and ended up with this:
Smells like urine.
Cookie monster voice
Growls for a dollar.
Woman shouts Urban Dictionary slurs
As she limps across the floor.
Our train is leaving,
But they never will.