A while ago I was dragged into a torrid journey where I risked my life to find some snooty teenager's baby brother; who she asked to be taken by the goblin people
may I add. I still don't know why I did it, I was very attracted to her I suppose, but due to my stunted height and hideously warty face I knew that nothing would ever happen. Mostly I felt I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life and I really needed to get out of a rut.
Seriously though, any rut would've been better than being stuck in that oubliette.
Well anywho, I got a little carried away; the nightmare, when it ended, was portrayed by a lot of people as an adventure
and for some reason I was sad when we all went our separate ways. I lost contact with that annoying fox, he did manage to kick the coke though. The big fat one, well last I heard he was a rug in David Bowie's castle, he'd also spent a lot of time investing in real estate near the Bog of Eternal Stench.
If I never saw any of them again I'd be ok with that, but the girl, again, I don't try to hide it, I liked her, wanted her to like me, and when we all went our separate ways I left the door of opportunity open and said that should she ever need us
then she need only call. She did kiss me that one time; why
did I pretend I hated it; just scared of being loved I guess.
Well, I stood by that, and have made myself availble 24/7 . However, things have changed a little bit; you see, should you need me on a Tuesday, between 10-11pm GMT; please see the fox or Bowie; because my real true love is in town
Should you need me, just whistle on down the wind...
Labels: happiness, long winded, protracted, the wire