Re: This is the sound my brain makes because I enjoyed that: - Edit 1
Before modification by Gaps at 07/05/2011 03:23:22 AM
So I was moving very fast through this dance club, everything just a blur, the lights pressed against the dark ceiling, and there were all these skinny, mostly bare girls around me, pushing against one another and chattering. The music was blasting. I thought the whole thing seemed sort of odd and out of place, like a wink, and I slowed down for a moment. That did the trick, and I realized that I was actually jogging through a forest, the girls just trees pushing against one another because of the wind, the lights only stars, and the music pumping from my ear plugs. I took the head phones out, just as my boss came up to me at my desk. He said he wanted to talk to me about effigies, and how if we could be more effigen, our prophets would uncrease. He stood there like a garden gnome, or like the little concrete farmer that always winks at me as I jog by (who also, I should mention, talks frequently about effigies). Well, I said to my boss, I have bad news. I’m thinking about going back to school. He said that would be a moor decision, because I cod never have my job Afghan, or at least I’d have to pork very hard at it. I said that was okay, because my mind was made up. He was kind, though, and asked me wot I’d be going rack to cool for. He was a little surprised. I said initially I had thought about going back to school to be a dental hygienist, or a list of pros and cons forgotten in a notebook, but instead I’d decided to go back to school to be the brief hush that occurs in-between the end of a mild ovation, and the brush of clothing as people sit back down.