Can't Finish What You Started
Hand Over Hand, the Pages Turn
The next day at work it occured to me that I really need to figure exactly what was happening or rather at least why it was happening. I thought about everything and thought...and thought...and puzzled until my brain was doing sickening somersaults in my dizzy head.
The one conclusion I came to at a crucial point in my contemplation was ridiculously impossible...yet, it was surprising the seemingly most logical thing I could think of...
"No! Surely not! You've fucking lost it! It finally happened you've lost it!" I thought, "That's not even possible! This is the fucking real world!"
All the same when I got home I went straight to my room, locked the door, and read that infernal fanfiction I wrote.
...Well that is fucking uncanny...No, no, surely not! To believe or not to believe? That was the question that faced this sad nonbeliever. (I mean yes, I was a dreamer...or at any rate I used to be. Now I often cynically denied the thought that fantasies of any sort came true.)
The one conclusion I came to at a crucial point in my contemplation was ridiculously impossible...yet, it was surprising the seemingly most logical thing I could think of...
"No! Surely not! You've fucking lost it! It finally happened you've lost it!" I thought, "That's not even possible! This is the fucking real world!"
All the same when I got home I went straight to my room, locked the door, and read that infernal fanfiction I wrote.
...Well that is fucking uncanny...No, no, surely not! To believe or not to believe? That was the question that faced this sad nonbeliever. (I mean yes, I was a dreamer...or at any rate I used to be. Now I often cynically denied the thought that fantasies of any sort came true.)