I was daydreaming while walking during my lunch break. I walked past a secretive-looking van, and entertained myself with conjecture...
The door of the van flew open, and a guy yanked me inside. Without a word, he shot me point blank in the head. I looked down at my body, blood covering its face, tongue lolling black-comically.
I said to the man: "What the hell did you do that for?"
"I need you in ghostform. Come on, we don't have much time."
It seems I had been recruited for a supernatural task-force...
Yeah, my imagination runs away with me. The problem is, sometimes I can't tell if the ideas are something I've read, seen on tv, or otherwise liberated from its true source.
My brain doesn't know the difference, it just wants to be entertained.
The door of the van flew open, and a guy yanked me inside. Without a word, he shot me point blank in the head. I looked down at my body, blood covering its face, tongue lolling black-comically.
I said to the man: "What the hell did you do that for?"
"I need you in ghostform. Come on, we don't have much time."
It seems I had been recruited for a supernatural task-force...
Yeah, my imagination runs away with me. The problem is, sometimes I can't tell if the ideas are something I've read, seen on tv, or otherwise liberated from its true source.
My brain doesn't know the difference, it just wants to be entertained.
It's reassuring to know I'm not the only Walter Mitty walking around these days.
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