Post by fassbinder on Feb 5, 2012 0:44:20 GMT 1
It was still the 4.am after the 3.am i thought had passed 4 hour ago.. the last time i cried. This time i felt there was someone with me, or so i thought; that's they way you feel about the heating system even though it only makes noise.But it kept me warm, like what a human is supposed do but human instructions books are usually lost when you see the fast lights and noise of a roulette table being reflected in both barrels of the most beautiful blue eyes this side suckersville. The cheap Bourbon did the trick of fooling me into thinking i still had a chance the same as any other victim. I looked outside to see what shade of night it was, but the snow was hiding the night. Slow pain falling silent. Just like my tears after she left the mouse crying. She left the mouse for a buzzard ,she really moved up the outside of a pair of trousers faster than i could and i'm a mouse. Still, it's better than being a Rabbit like the last dumb cluck. He found fame and unfortune in with an ice pick. i wish i was him. Watching the snow is endless, even with shades on i can still see the sun in her hair and the rainbow in her eyes as she counted those fifty dollar bills. Before i met her it hadn't snowed for 25 years. But seeing that snow without her, it could be just another 25 years of snow, falling silent.