Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Descriptive Lead: Save Me From Myself
Grey. Gloomy grey. Gruesome, gloomy grey. The colour of mucky, boring clothing that people work out in. Grey. The colour of imbalance and uncertainty. There is no shock that my life mirrors the colour. That is the colour that I am constantly surrounded by. My workplace, where I spend 6 days a week, and work 10 hour shifts. My car, which is a grey oldsmobile. My apartment, which is so dull. Dull and grey. All I ever think about is living in the suburbs, with a family, a dog, and the all American lifestyle, rather than working 10 hour shifts at the Ford assembly line, installing brake pads, after brake pads, after brake pads. So inturn, this is my escape. My utopia. This is where I kill all the monotony.
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11 comments:
Very boring.
VERY boring, in a good way. Lol. The gloomy grey vibe is shoutin' from your prose. It's good.
wonderfulllllllll. i'm proud of my bessie.
lots of grey...
Its nice. let me rephrase that. Well done Deeqa.
I like it ...sounds great...but now I feel different 'bout the colour grey.
reading this....makes me rather gloomy! if you touch a person with your writing....you are better then good!
Oooo. It makes me wanna find out where this "place" is that the guy goes to kill the monotony.
i like
i like how you write. wheres your poem? i wanted to comment on it. it was very very good.
How can a lifetyle so boring, be so interesting?
very grey... i like it.
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