I am sitting at a snack bar,
It is filled with snacks, milk, and beer.
Two people are sitting opposite me on the far end.
In front of me is a dusty round glass table.
On the table, a poorly placed flower jar stirs me in the eyes.
It is fake of course but the intensity of its stir is immense enough.
Across the building is a furious thunderstorm almost as loud as the music from the snack.
I hear both sounds at the same time as I see passing vehicles on the carriageway.
I am sipping an iced beer and thinking to myself,
Can life be any better, it is fake, of course, it's all fake
Life I suppose, but then isn't life a unique opportunity to show the world how dangerous one can be?
I am sitting in a bar, and in my mind, I have killed 11 people six times over already. It's the perfect crime, no witnesses, no interruptions...
My beer is almost done, I haven't killed anyone yet, but I could if I wanted to. Well perhaps instead I could give a beer to everyone, everything will eventually be the death of us. I'll keep that in mind.
I am sitting in a snack bar and it's a perfect reflection of life's tragedies...
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