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DRIVING ALONE ON THE COAST WITH ALL MY GUNS
I went out driving - just to be alone for a while. Just me alone on the coast with all my guns. You know watch the birds. For a while I flew my remote control rocket launcher. I flew the rockets in big loops. Yeah I know a few tricks. The rockets seem to be filled with explosive desire for a target. I'm glad someone is.
Some days I feel like that missile all full of explosive energy, moving fast, leaving a cloud of poison vapor. Some days. Not today. I went back home.
When I got home a couple of armored guys had shown up. They were there waiting for me.
A lot of people I know are dishonest. This is a character trait I don't admire. I prefer people who are direct. People who don't waste any time. People who are upfront. I like soldiers. They have their orders. They don't waste any time worrying about social convention.
They were shooting at me before they knew I was there. Some training. I bet they had a plan and a backup plan. Something told them I was the one they wanted. I saw them . I knew what was up. I'm thinking to my self you want to do some shooting eh - well its a good thing I brought my guns. I jumped out and shot them.
There was the two of them there. Tired I bet - tired of getting shot. I know I was tired of shooting them. They had their armored car that matched their outfits. I inspected it all with my crowbar. It looked like maybe one person could fit comfortably inside th armored car. Two could cram in. The military is so practical. It looks like a jet fighter cockpit welded onto some wheels. Its really out of place by my old captains house. The suits are tough made of some kind of shiny black material. It keeps them together well. At least they aren't stealing my electricity.
As usual the zombie scientists had stopped by. As usual they had forgotten to leave. As always I tried to figure out what they wanted from me and as always I had to kill them. I had just finished cleaning up after their last visit and now they are back again.
It started the way it always starts. I tried to use the furniture - pots pans heaters anything I could find as a communicative medium. They swiped at the air groaning about this and that. I don't think they always had such bony dangerous claws. They have those lab coats though. They are men of science and I see them as my intellectual superior so naturally I just want to see what they have to say. One of these days I'm going to have a break through. I bet they could explain the orbs.
I'll be driving - or walking or running and from nowhere these glowing metal orbs will come rolling at me. They get stuck on me. They get stuck on my car. The seemed to be filled with explosive energy. I throw them into the water. The water takes them away. The water takes everything away.
The house has seen better days. I have been planning to repaint the place and I have been. A little patch here and there. I really should fix that giant hole in the back wall. The previous residents must have made for faster access to the beach. Nice view from the hole. I bet they must have used it that day they caught on fire and burned to death.
Sure the place is a little rickety - but there aren't any burn marks. There's plenty of blood stains but I know the difference between the ones I made and the ones that were all ready here. Anyways, I'm going for a swim.
I swim out. The water crystal clear. I turn to see the reflection of my house rolling the surface. I swim out as far as i can until I fall asleep. I guess.
Here I am again by my car. I think I'll go out for a drive along the coast with all my guns
I went out driving - just to be alone for a while. Just me alone on the coast with all my guns. You know watch the birds. For a while I flew my remote control rocket launcher. I flew the rockets in big loops. Yeah I know a few tricks. The rockets seem to be filled with explosive desire for a target. I'm glad someone is.
Some days I feel like that missile all full of explosive energy, moving fast, leaving a cloud of poison vapor. Some days. Not today. I went back home.
When I got home a couple of armored guys had shown up. They were there waiting for me.
A lot of people I know are dishonest. This is a character trait I don't admire. I prefer people who are direct. People who don't waste any time. People who are upfront. I like soldiers. They have their orders. They don't waste any time worrying about social convention.
They were shooting at me before they knew I was there. Some training. I bet they had a plan and a backup plan. Something told them I was the one they wanted. I saw them . I knew what was up. I'm thinking to my self you want to do some shooting eh - well its a good thing I brought my guns. I jumped out and shot them.
There was the two of them there. Tired I bet - tired of getting shot. I know I was tired of shooting them. They had their armored car that matched their outfits. I inspected it all with my crowbar. It looked like maybe one person could fit comfortably inside th armored car. Two could cram in. The military is so practical. It looks like a jet fighter cockpit welded onto some wheels. Its really out of place by my old captains house. The suits are tough made of some kind of shiny black material. It keeps them together well. At least they aren't stealing my electricity.
As usual the zombie scientists had stopped by. As usual they had forgotten to leave. As always I tried to figure out what they wanted from me and as always I had to kill them. I had just finished cleaning up after their last visit and now they are back again.
It started the way it always starts. I tried to use the furniture - pots pans heaters anything I could find as a communicative medium. They swiped at the air groaning about this and that. I don't think they always had such bony dangerous claws. They have those lab coats though. They are men of science and I see them as my intellectual superior so naturally I just want to see what they have to say. One of these days I'm going to have a break through. I bet they could explain the orbs.
I'll be driving - or walking or running and from nowhere these glowing metal orbs will come rolling at me. They get stuck on me. They get stuck on my car. The seemed to be filled with explosive energy. I throw them into the water. The water takes them away. The water takes everything away.
The house has seen better days. I have been planning to repaint the place and I have been. A little patch here and there. I really should fix that giant hole in the back wall. The previous residents must have made for faster access to the beach. Nice view from the hole. I bet they must have used it that day they caught on fire and burned to death.
Sure the place is a little rickety - but there aren't any burn marks. There's plenty of blood stains but I know the difference between the ones I made and the ones that were all ready here. Anyways, I'm going for a swim.
I swim out. The water crystal clear. I turn to see the reflection of my house rolling the surface. I swim out as far as i can until I fall asleep. I guess.
Here I am again by my car. I think I'll go out for a drive along the coast with all my guns
