The Thought Process Of An Animal Before It Dies

I hope this shift flies by today, I can’t wait to watch Coronation Street tonight. The newspaper said the Tina murder storyline is going to reach its climax! Though I won’t be able to watch it till late… Working overtime is really keeping me out of sync with my Soaps. Ah well, another day, another dollar.

When I Visit Space I Can’t Help But Get Nostalgic

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As the Gamma Rays sank in he knew he was lost. The bar was a reproduction of the bar in his head, as everything always is. The old him was not the same him standing among the dancers either, that skin had long been shed. The past and the present are never the same, to return to the past is only to witness the present. And so he danced until his feet went dead. It was all one could do.

And one thought is always in his head.

‘Where am I?’

Every minute, every day. It keeps him from losing himself.

Oh, let me lose myself.