5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: getting late

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"Getting late," said one fate.
The door closed. I was left alone.
Then a mouse squeaked and ran out of its hole.
I'd had nothing to eat all day long.
Now was my chance
before fate came back.

This is the price one pays when locked in a room all day.

Something has got to give. Someone wants to live.

Where do we go from here? My eyes flutter as I try to keep them open. I've not slept in days. In comes the moon light like a teenage girl entering a strange place.

Someone has got to tell me when to stop. Korn has got some killer soundtracks.

Type, type, type. Which do you mean? Type until my hands bleed or type like the type of dress that got covered with brown pudding?

Sing me a song. Anyone will do. What is your best? What are you known for?

It is the day of the reckoning. Will it be Trump or Biden? I want neither but the masses have decided that these two are the best choices out of the entire population.

I'm a little lazy. I've convinced myself that I'm tired. I need to meditate, but I keep putting that off.

Suck on an egg, you toaster.

Rabbits coming flying into the room as fast as a jet plane being piloted by a Kamikaze. Nothing is more fitting for the scene. I know that I can do something different besides putting out something so half-assed.

Let us go to the moon, on your dime of course.

Let us shoot hampsters with pellet guns.

I'll be back on the streets soon with nowhere to go. Oh! what a beautiful day.

How much turmeric have you downed today? I did enough to make the pain go away. Surely there is something more to life than this.

I'd like to find my happy place. Maybe that is in Oregan since they have decriminalized all drugs. Ain't that awesome!?!? I don't know if I expected it to happen in my life time here in the states, but it has. The domino effect will soon be taking hold.

I'd like to say something important. Could you tell me what to say? I'm drawing a blank.

The point is to keep moving your fingers and not worry about your gender. This is going to be a great day.

Would you like to hold my hand? I'm in a band. I'll write you a love song, but I'll never sing it to you. I don't want to spoil this moment.

I'm on my way to Oregan on the 23rd of December. There is a girl I'll be visiting up there; also, there is a person that I've know on Facebook who lives up there. Her and I will be paying him a visit. We'll probably go hiking or something like that.

I want to smoke some weed, but I don't have any nor do I have the money to get some.

I've got a stack full of dirty dishes. I've obviously been putting off doing dishes for a while now.

It is getting late. My eyes are tired.

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