The Oblivion Hanger's Lifestile
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Sunrise
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You slowly stand from another sleepless night.....shuffling slowly to the door, tripping on a pile of Jolt cans condensed over several weeks. You slip sleepily into the shower and turn on the water as frozen droplets make their way down the contours of your back. As you exit the shower you toss a towel over your shoulder and slide into your week old clothes; heading for the kitchen. Pouring out your ageless Froot Loops you scrape off the mold and pour water onto the dry bowl of crap. You move slowly out the door to begin your journey.
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Day
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After exiting the pointless building of education, "What commy bullshit, skool, who the hell needs it, you learn as an individual not as a loserly group". You walk up to the local coffee shop and load your ass with caffiene. Spray painting OBHG on the side of the coffee shop you walk back to your residence, and boot up your computer. You surf the internet, command after command you seek information. You continue until the computer over-heats at 3:34 A.M.
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Night
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You sit there in the middle of your room, sipping off the last of another sixpack of jolt. Tossing the can aside. You begin again to read that information of which you printed hundreds of pages. Researching Crime, Computers, and Music, The 3 things that actually have some meaning to your miserable existence. Turning down your Violent Femmes Cd, you pull over your guitar and start to strum away old tunes of Green Day, and Blur, singing along with your Cd as it rotates to the beginging again. As the sun starts to rise you pull yourself together enough to call your existing friends and plan your morning. You pull together and head up the stairs to start the shower........
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