Poetry, confessions, soliloquies... Anything. I'll start with a vignette
It was one of those all-too-human moments of quiet desperation and intrinsic conflict that made up his life. Ennui, to him, was familiarity.
The color of the Gatorade in his plastic cup was only slightly brighter than the government-funded bench he was sitting on, which is to say a sterile shade blue. Blankly he stared at the cheese sandwich atop the familiar desecrated brown lunch bag, trying to keep his mind occupied...
The color of her eyes match the green of my shoes.
What is David Lynch up to at this very minute?
I've never had hashed beef but it seems like a decent choice of food.
My nose itches.
Is there a limit to how small something can be?
I wish I was sitting in a pool of water that matched my body temperature.
Why don't they broadcast old news reports like they do with sports games?
He shut his eyes as hard as he possibly could and tried to wait for lunch to be over. Just another day in the life.
It was one of those all-too-human moments of quiet desperation and intrinsic conflict that made up his life. Ennui, to him, was familiarity.
The color of the Gatorade in his plastic cup was only slightly brighter than the government-funded bench he was sitting on, which is to say a sterile shade blue. Blankly he stared at the cheese sandwich atop the familiar desecrated brown lunch bag, trying to keep his mind occupied...
The color of her eyes match the green of my shoes.
What is David Lynch up to at this very minute?
I've never had hashed beef but it seems like a decent choice of food.
My nose itches.
Is there a limit to how small something can be?
I wish I was sitting in a pool of water that matched my body temperature.
Why don't they broadcast old news reports like they do with sports games?
He shut his eyes as hard as he possibly could and tried to wait for lunch to be over. Just another day in the life.