vendredi 25 février 2011

The List

This is an exercice I've tried. Writing a short story with the songs that motivated me during my last exam session. Be kind, I ruined 80% of my neurones with that.

My Friend Dario is Far From Home, like me. But he hasn’t had Post Break Up Sex, like I had. I opened my eyes and said: "Alright girl, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here". After a while, I was in Mile End Waiting For My Man. He usually wears Black Gloves and is called Giant Jack. He's going to tell me Who's Got The Crack.


He turned up Out Of Blue from a Treehouse: "I was Watching The Planets" he said. “What the hell are you doing here? This is my Empire; even that JuiceBox is mine!”.


"Take it easy mate, I just Need A Dollar... hey, Do You Read Me?" He was staring at a girl of My Generation, definitely not his. With a perverted look he murmured "I Bet You look Good On The Dance Floor although You Fit But You Know It ".


“Hey, Mister Jack, I'm speaking to you! I need Aco'mow (a-drugs in East London). I don't want to give Teenage Kicks to get it! Ok?!”


“Whoa, no Stress man! If Nobody Moves, Nobody Gets Hurt. Common People like you don't deserve it. I now You Fucking Love it but you need to be a hero to get the crack".


I didn’t insist. Disappointed, I went back home looking forward to the next Time For Heroes; a few months ahead.



To Jun's patience who's still waiting for the songs

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