Time to write it down!

That bitch up and left
Found some dude with a cleft
Heard she’s fucking all the guys
Hell nah that ain’t no surprise
But
Girl I have some news for ya
And I think that you should know it yeah?  
That guy you’ve been dating with the teeny tiny dick?
Hell he ain’t straight, some dude got a hold of his ass
lick 
And one more small point girl
I know all the dudes you fucked, and yeah that’s plural.

Hell I’ll just move along
Throw away all your thongs
They’ve been up and down the east coast
And damn that shit’s straight up gross 
Fuck your reputation
I know you won’t have it past Fall
And hell I get this stimulation
When I just burn it all
Just burn it all 

Now word on the street is that you’re one of them hipsters
Girl I can’t see that, it was never cool suck gingers
And girl it’s the truth you ain’t no Copernicus
The Earth doesn’t revolve around you, selfish bitch.
So I’ll keep making paper
And keep on flying higher
And bitch you may be faster,
But girl I’m like Daft Punk…
Stronger  

Hell I’ll just move along
Throw away all your thongs
They’ve been up and down the east coast
And damn that shit’s straight up gross 
Fuck your reputation
I know you won’t have it past Fall
And hell I get this stimulation
When I just burn it all
Just burn it all 

Don’t judge, just wrote what first came to mind hahaha.

I sat writing at the library, stacks of paper surrounding me, when a man approached me.

“Why sir, what is that stack of papers you seem to be writing on for?”

“Well, it’s my life story.”

“Oh?  Well that’s a lot of pages for such a young age!”

“It’s actually too few for the spirit.  I’m not concerned with the age or the people.  Just the spirit and life of it, it’s so much more.”

The man just laughed.

“You don’t know that though.”

“Don’t I?  I have seen the Universe for what it is and will be, the time slip through the glass.  It’s not like sand, it’s indescribable.  It’s like everything you’ve known and more sliding through a vast emptiness.  Almost like a black hole, but an entire other Universe.  It’s not only your spirit, but everyone else’s spirit going through with yours, creating different universes as they make their own decisions, playing out scenarios that we, as sentient beings, have never experienced before, and will never experience.”

The man stared.

“Then how, sir, did you experience it?”

I just smiled at my writings.

“I died.”

The man started to back up.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t think you should even be able to talk to me.  Have you noticed the clock stop moving?  The air grow still?  The world stop turning?  Before you leave this part of the Universe, I want you to think of all you hold near and dear, because before you know it, it could be gone,” I snapped my fingers, “Just like that.”

 “I don’t understand…”

“Just leave, maybe it’s best if you’d just forget this.  Just be careful to make it back to your own Universe, we wouldn’t want to screw that up.”

The man turned and left without a word, the books falling of their shelves as he briskly walked past them.

            I just sighed.  

            “Pity, I could have used the company.”

            So I continued writing.

Another explosion rocked the city square, sending bits of steel and concrete to rain on more people.  Pillars of smoke and dust rose from the resulting collapse, and it was evident that the building was ready to go.

I kept running, blood running down my chilled head from the blow I took to the head earlier.  I clutched my handgun tighter in my hand and started to breath heavily, making my way into an ally and away from the square.

I heard more screams as the four story building completely collapsed, and the dust chased me into the ally.  I could hear someone yelling in Russian at the end of the ally, and I took cover behind a dumpster as tanks rolled down the street.  I coughed loudly from the dust coating my lungs.

This is it, I’m going to die.

The tanks kept on going, and the sound of their tire treads faded and mixed with the sound of explosions ringing from various districts of the city.  I heard more yelling, and two men came running down the ally as I left cover.

Shit.

I raised my .44 magnum and pulled the trigger.  One of the men dropped screaming, and the shot echoed in the tight ally, leaving a loud ringing in my ear.  His comrade raised his AK-47 and started firing.  I felt the bullets spray around me, but a few met their mark.

One.

I grabbed the wound on my stomach.  A clean shot straight through my dirty white button-up.  I saw the blood on my hands.

Two. 

My shoulder.  The shot rocked me back a few degrees.  I started to collapse and see stars.

Three.

Ironically, I think it was the last round in his clip.  It ripped straight through my head, and it was over.