>>101675730I'mma try right now.
Frequent. The only word I can define for him. I come here, once and a while. He accompanied me for the past few days, up until now. Today, I get him. Today, I get this fly. One day, he's on the cracked walls. One day, he's circling the ceiling fan, but the ceiling fan doesn't circle at all. I sit here, and I watch and admire the beautiful scenery outside, but he gets in the way.
There he is. Rubbing his musty little stick-hands. There are two that can play at that game, fucker. I hate you, out and about while I do nothing, while I live in peace. What gives you the right to impede on my inaction?
Jump, up. He's there. He's not going to live anymore. I'm going to live here without any interruption. FUCK! Fucking hell, he's around the ceiling fan again, and he's going to come back if I don't get him... I can't stand him!
I won't be lead around by something that doesn't need to live, no more. No longer.
This is the perfect chance. There. He's still, on the wall. Do flies sleep? I'm sure they do. Maybe they look out of their eyes, asleep with one eye closed, like I have... Creak and crack across the crooked ground, take off my shoe and don't move.
Don't move.
Is he asleep?
The ceiling came tumbling down. I hit him, maybe I killed him. The sky came crashing on me. Now he's there, where he should be. Now I'm here, where I can enjoy it. Enjoy the scenery, from below these stones.
It's trash, now how do I improve?
