I chew imaginary gum. I own a replica gun. We've flown away from home. We're sending the drones. . I study military maps. It helps me relax? when I'm sending in the drones.
Let it never be said. That romance is dead. Cause there's so little else. . Occupying my head. There is nothing I need. Except the function to breath.
All of the people. All of those ordinary lives. Building on the outskirts. Of my mind. They ride the Iron Pilgrim. To holidays for the head. If plans were hand grenades.
There are many things that I would be proud of. If I'd only invented them such as the wheel. The washing machine and the tumble dryer. On these inventions surely I could retire.