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Post by Chuck Shurley on Nov 16, 2011 16:07:50 GMT -6
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He appeared in this small town a few days and nights ago. This is where he was going to start over, lead a different life, allow him to lead a different life, declaring this as his home. It was time for him to move on, catch a new chapter in his book. This town seemed to be the place to do it, after all, it was homey enough. He looked around at all the people who never took two glances as the man dressed in white. It was predictable. He looked average, normal and that was what he aimed for. Life here would be more quiet and peaceful. The dark haired man knew what this place was, where it was, who lived in it, what lived in it. That wasn’t going to turn him away.
He started walking down the street, and glanced around. There were shops and businesses, ones that would satisfy the every day needs of people here, and restaurants. He smiled. It was very good. He continued to walk, and listened to people around him. Most were happy, some were angry, some were sad, others were trying to calm down their crying children. He turned to face a window that had a display. He smiled at the blue jeans and the t-shirt that he had seen and he walked inside. He paid for them and something strange had happened. He was gone, white clothing and all. He wasn’t gone in a sense that he physically left but in a sense that he wasn’t in control anymore. He would sit back, do what he wanted in the mean time.
Chuck had put on the clothes, the t-shirt, jeans, a zip up and a pair of tennis shoes and he walked out of the bathroom and store. Chuck glanced down the street, left and right and he started walking back towards the new house he called home. He knew he would be happy here, he had faith he would be happy here, he just wanted Becky to be here with him as well. Chuck stopped when he reached a small café. He had ordered himself a coffee and sat by himself at a small table. He started taking sips now, the coffee to hot to actually gulp down. His head wasn’t hurting and he knew that once later came it would. Chuck is a prophet, his head always hurt. He knew that it was because of the visions and the pain seemed to go away with large amounts of alcohol, but right now, he didn’t need it. After the coffee, the prophet knew that he would have to go get some to get him through the night.
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TAGGED open!
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LYRICS This Town :: Ghost of the Robot
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