| Dec. 12th, 2009 @ 06:29 pm "Greetings Unborn Ones, now asleep in the dark womb of the future" |
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"There is this book, the book of sin, its basically one of two reasons why the world is such a mess. It why things like that happen."
The whiskey burned the back of Frank's throat as he slammed the now empty shot glass down on the table. The bartender didn't say anything as he poured Frank another shot, the news was muted on the tv and with all the latest headlines he'd been getting this kind of attitude a lot. Off to one side of the bar someone plugged in the jukebox and the music filled the relatively quiet room.
"Help me if you can, its just that this, is not the way I'm wired. So could you please. Help me understand why, you've given into all these reckless dark desires."
The bartender made an abrupt grunt and began to mutter.
"That damn jukebox is broken, it keeps playing that same song over and over."
Frank took the shot in front of him and slammed it down a bit softer and slowly wobbled his way to his feet.
"I know that song, its one of those you can't listen to not because it bad, but because it hits you in just the right way to make you think."
Luckily, he had enough alcohol in his systems to restrict his memory to how to get home and how good his bed felt. The song still managed to roll around enough in his ear to hit him enough to enjoy leaving....
"What's you're rush, everyone will have their day to die"
And then the door slammed behind him and he was free of it, maybe if he hadn't been in such a rush though he would have heard much to the Bartender's relief the music box changed songs on its own.
"Wake up and face me, Don't play dead, cause maybe...." |
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