“Hell no! Even more snow? This is getting old really fast!” Gun Roswell
Snow Day
Expected:
A snowstorm front
Heavy snowfall
All through the day
Ten degrees Celsius
Of the minus variation
Appears colder
On your skin
Stay indoors
If you can
“The sun is shining, but it’s cold, so cold, and so the ice is not melting!” Gun Roswell
Sunny but cold (it’s winter after all!)
The waters frozen solid, the winter’s cold bite none too torrid at least not to those dressed in winter wear when headed to the lake, because a cold you would hate to get.
Going ice skating, wind sailing, even skiing, car racing?
Basically whatever your little heart desires, as it’s all fun and hating to remain inside on such a gorgeous sunny day.
And so head out there and the winter slay, at least proverbially as there really is no reason to stay indoors, the sports alone never a chore.
“The red bike looks so cool and it has a motor in it too! So as long as you’ve got gas, the ride can last! Better get going and have a blast!” Gun Roswell
Scooting in the streets
Bright red colour flashing in the busy streets, as that is all you see, a blur of colour when the rider takes this bike, this two wheeled ride for a spin, with a huge fat grin plastered onto their face and it as long there stays, as the ride on this scooty scoot bike lasts and it is most certainly a blast for both rider and those standing on the corners cheering the slow going mobile on.
“This shit show of a life we are living in, doesn’t it make you think someone is totally calling the shots from somewhere else? Like some last season alien video game with enough outrageous drama in it to think it was written by monkeys?“ GunRoswell
My life in seasons of a show
Ages zero through ten were the prequel, simply to setup the show, the preface, the prologue if you will, just a trial run to see if anyone was interested in watching it at all.
Hitting the teens and turning twenty something, the rebel area and the adulthood, when running amok totally confused. So real for sure no writer could me that shit up?
Thirty, forty yeah, not feeling sporty but perhaps trying something on for a size, a life? The thing everyone is talking about. The thing you’re supposed to be living. The good years? Well, I fear the writer making my stuff up, fell asleep at the keyboard, snoozing through that time as did I.
Fifty, sixty, well, what can I say? Life is what it is the changes happening, something crappening, and so moving along in a pace, nothing really feeling the same even if deep down inside the kid from ten still exists.
Seventy, eighty, yeah old lady, or something else, whatever it feels like, hitting the big times? Golf anyone? Hey writer! Where the hell did you come up with these scenarios anyway? It’s all just a big cliche!
Ninety, perhaps a hundred? Well, congrats! This is the end goal for some poor souls, and hey, if you have reached this level in the game you can only yourself for it blame!
And so, the aliens playing this boring and stupid game finally realise they should go outside and perhaps develop something a little less of a boring screenplay.
“The parked motorised bike by the door is the one to take to the store” Gun Roswell
Moped by the door
The red paint, never looks plain, even on an old school bike like this scooter of a moped, which is so perfect for a trip around the nearby town, just because it won’t go too fast or even too far, and certainly is none too loud, still this old beast of burden is powerful enough at least, to haul som stuff back home from the store, because taking this red bike out for a stroll is certainly no bore.
“Life reflected in water no less, ready to dive in?” Gun Roswell
Life reflected in the liquid
Life can be scaring, living it that is
But if you feel real daring, don’t let it
Stop you from diving in
Just like the blue liquid, take a spin
Dive real deep inside of the whirlpool
Even if you might feel like a total fool
Simply let it all go
And just let the eternal flow
Guide you to wherever you feel
Even if the future seems unreal
Because if you’d do not dare
Then the much bigger scare
Will be the regret at the end
Of life without living having spent
“Things, affairs, all of it, might be wrong, a lot of them are, but, giving up hope, was never an option, never part of the grand plan either. Was it?“ Gun Roswell
Hell just might be empty, with all them devils running amok in here!
“It’s hell out there! Surely we had some time to spare before it was about to happen I swear!” Someone exclaimed having taken a spun around the neighbourhood, having found it no fun at all.
“Have you seen the latest news?” Another one asked confused of the times. “It’s murder and mayhem for sure and that is the awful truth!”
“I don’t leave my house anymore. Just because it’s such a chore.” The third one chimed, certainly they were not feeling so fine. “Putting all them gear on, the armour or whatnot, just to feel safe and even then you cannot be sure.”
“The kids are all home schooled now, not that its of any use. Them all hanging on their game girls and fun stations, twatting about it all on the internets of things. Such misuse of the time. All of it wasted for sure. But the lure of it all is too much to ignore.” The mum from across the street shouted from the open window, never ever daring to leave her home.
“Truly is sad all of it. In the olden days, well, everything was so much sunnier, funnier, lighter and brighter. And now, it’s all such shades of greys.” A not so old person retorted to the others, from a safe distance but of course.
“Yeah, hell has certainly arrived to our small corner of the world. Then again, what did we expect with all them devils running around in our streets. But we did invite them here didn’t we?” And with that there was no rhyme to be seen, simply a comment of how things had turned out to be.
“The water always flows, downwards” Gun Roswell
Falling water in Monochrome
The is just something about water, making it flow, whatever magic behind it, sometimes moving fast, sometimes slow, alas it is the miracle of life as well, as the drink coveted after a spell, of drought for sure, but also, when running fast and feeling thirsty, what is the one drink which can quell that?
Water
And so, keeping on worshiping the stuff, something of clarity and that is enough, neither magic nor a miracle, simply existing in this very life cycle, as like most of us, it is the one thing built in. The water running deep within.
“There is something wrong with my circulatory system! There is too much blood where there should be coffee!“ Gun Roswell
Caffeine is the best part of the Blood
The coffee system fully functional most days except sometimes, it tends to fill with some red stuff for whatever reason. And so, the need to get to the nearest coffee station to have it all drained out because leaving it there for too long a time neglected, will cause the body of the coffee person to become infected, and that would stop the caffeine circulation inside the delicate system. And that is a too high cost for any coffee addict to let happen.
“Riding a small bike even if motorised can be a lot of fun, or at least, a nice sort of try?” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Moped
The ride of the day there on the sidewalk lay on a sunny day and as waking seemed like a chore, this tiny blue thing of a moped bike sounded less like a bore.
Paying the small fee, making sure the tank was filled, then hopping on and off into the slow pace of a street, the wind in the hair, well, someone said life isn’t fair, but on this day, it was at least so much fun!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 