Vague Insanty 065

Outside in the sun, rain, and snow, just a glimpse in the back of my mind. There are no seasons in the middle of the afternoon where I sit and think of really bad novels I read as a teenager. Usually, some hero with some love interest far out of his league, and then there'd be the aliens, or empire, or some wicked motorcycle possessed by Satan.

We know how those stories end. So, I'd put the book down and catch a film, but the film would be based on the book, which was based on a story, as told by some strange guy, and I didn't like any previous versions of the tale, and now I've got it in cinemascope panorama 3D.

So, I’d eat some cheap candy and wink at some girl who wished she was seeing my pal instead. But my pal can't date this girl, because he's already seduced the woman I love... and he doesn't really actually like her very much.

So, no one is really happy, except for maybe the girl I like... and she's only happy because she's too stupid to realize my pal is just using her because she's good to look at and she has access to an old Chevy.

It's all about human emotion, and I sort of think I should just forget about it and wash my Pinto instead.