Jammydude44

Anodyne, sat situated between the bookcase and the
television, chirping about the day that was - remote
in hand - a friend knew a person experiencing comedic
circumstance, much humour. Sat adroit between the
two titans of silent adventure or monotonous nostalgia,
fiddling the button-topped log between breaks in the
story and pauses for breath, a hush of recollection, a
burst of some loud gargantuan scuffled laughter
thunderstorm monsterstorm apocalypse. Remote in
hand, flick-flocking across the vast carnivorous horizon
and still slopping tidbits of rehashed codswallop
like flecks of spittle on the living room walls, paint
peeling off in sun-burn blocks, brown stains appear on
the faux-beige carpet, virulent moths ball the lame
hanging ducks that are the second-hand curtains -
something stirs and a single terse word is thrown
in between the apocryphal maelstrom. "Please,"
it stunts, almost belly-up from the first plosive,
"pass me the remote."

#1 synth

i was thinking about whether you were still around man. hope youre well