Chris9999

Try as he might the weight of thought crushed him. He had no ideas. He had been sat in his car for 45 minutes trying to think about something to think about to make him look a little bit less of a lost soul. Some ideas that struck him felt ok but he needed something with legs. As swirling thoughts moved inconclusively around is misshapen skull a sentence crystallized in his vision. "U2 are really rubbish? As if from no where these words stepped up and decided they were the way to deal with everything. They would soon become his mantra.

Sling shot got grin got it in the head and lost himself the fight. Blink not felt sided and lost the lot. Smile yet felt the wind blow in his morning dress and all were lost to a terrible feeling. Brightly Glad rot rooted through his arm chair for coins made of money to sell for food and nourishment.