Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 196944 times)

"You could draw," I yell down the hall, poking my head out my door.


"I'm a horrible artist! All I can draw is random shapes with the blood of my tar- What? Come on Alex, you have to think of something..."

"You think of something!"


I stare at him with a straight face

I lightly grab Alex's shoulders. "Thiiiiink."

"Uuuhhh," my mind trails off

I put my hands on her cheeks and point her face at my face. "Think. You can do it! THINK! I NEED SOMETHING TO DO!"


"I can't cook." I say as I release Alex's face.

"Am I supposed to be thinking still?"

"Yes. I'll do anything at this point."

"I don't know! Just do whatever you want to!"

"Doing stuff alone is just going to drive me to insanity faster."