Looking at 7 classes and 21 credits in the Fall term. Damn. Better start stocking up on caffeine. That's an estimated 12-14 papers since they're all History classes. 
I feel a melancholy mood coming on. Kind of mood where I'm sitting in a dark room with a drink in my hand as the rain taps against my window. Slow jazz plays and the saxophone echoes through my head and my heart. Getting all noir and shit.
I get like that some times. Odd bits that should be in a noir book or film pop into my head. Here's some of my favorites random lines. Maybe someday I'll flesh them out into stories.
I wake up to cold steel pressed against my head. I knew that justice had found me, but I was still surprised.
Too much to say. Too hard to say it all. Let's just dance and leave the words for another time.
In the end it won't matter if what we felt was real or not. All that mattered was that for one brief moment we were together.
In my mind I could hear the sound of another nail being driven into my coffin and all I could do was keep from crying.
Somewhere in the city a lone saxophone plays, like a wolf baying at the moon. I touch your empty pillow and realize that the dream is over.
"Mercy's dead and I'm covered in her blood. I should've listened when Wilson told me to get out of the game but now it's too late. The bodies are piled up too high to turn my back and pretend none of it ever happened. Hell, I wouldn't get out even if I could. I can hear the the song the Piper's playing and it's my tune. This is gonna end bad, real bad. And I'm gonna see it all the way through to the end. I got a full clip, one in the chamber, and one in my pocket. That last one's mine. No one's walking off into the sunset from this one."
I feel a melancholy mood coming on. Kind of mood where I'm sitting in a dark room with a drink in my hand as the rain taps against my window. Slow jazz plays and the saxophone echoes through my head and my heart. Getting all noir and shit.
I get like that some times. Odd bits that should be in a noir book or film pop into my head. Here's some of my favorites random lines. Maybe someday I'll flesh them out into stories.
I wake up to cold steel pressed against my head. I knew that justice had found me, but I was still surprised.
Too much to say. Too hard to say it all. Let's just dance and leave the words for another time.
In the end it won't matter if what we felt was real or not. All that mattered was that for one brief moment we were together.
In my mind I could hear the sound of another nail being driven into my coffin and all I could do was keep from crying.
Somewhere in the city a lone saxophone plays, like a wolf baying at the moon. I touch your empty pillow and realize that the dream is over.
"Mercy's dead and I'm covered in her blood. I should've listened when Wilson told me to get out of the game but now it's too late. The bodies are piled up too high to turn my back and pretend none of it ever happened. Hell, I wouldn't get out even if I could. I can hear the the song the Piper's playing and it's my tune. This is gonna end bad, real bad. And I'm gonna see it all the way through to the end. I got a full clip, one in the chamber, and one in my pocket. That last one's mine. No one's walking off into the sunset from this one."
timber_:
i understand melancholy. avoid it at all costs.