.And California Came
California, proud home of stars and their heroism,
poverty, loneliness, and lest we forget tar black heroine-ism.
Whether we liked it or not, it came. It brought
Its filth and grime, its fame and slime.
California came, indeed.
It was dry and slightly warm-
Typical for this time of year.
And then, California came.
It was not unlike the odd climate
We’d grown so accustomed to, but
It was completely out of the ordinary.
And then, California came.
“Why such a big deal?”
We wondered. It was just rainfall.
By this time, none of us could really recall its
pleasant plummet sound as the rain fell so sweetly to the ground.
And then, California bellowed softly.
We heard it on our televisions,
As the sky turned a peculiar shade of fate.
We saw our radio’s frequency flicker about our new found state
As we intently watched the road to somewhere else.
California, indeed, had come.
The grounds were matched as if wearing
an unfashionable faux pas-brown, black, brown, black, orange.
But this was not Halloween. This was the middle of April.
And then, California continued.
“Surely,” we thought,
“This will soon pass.”
Night came. People left what was the only
universally admitted safe haven: home.
But, it was not safe tonight. Oh, no.
Dare I say, “Thrice destroyed”?
California was not welcomed here. Oh, no.
California wasn’t so much known
to spread this love around.
We all knew hippies, hobos, and
We quickly drove them out of town.
California was inevitable.
It was simply a matter of time.
It was simply the time of day.
It was, simply, a simple fact:
California knew it would happen.
We did not.
Actually, really appropriate. Anyone keeping up with Texas weather has probably heard of the Possum Kingdom wild fires. Those were definitely 8 miles from my home town. Hm. Anyhow. Enjoy, tumblrs.
loved this game.
Own this game. Mmmm.
GLaDOS’s hate is a little intimidating in portal 2.
“omg let’s take picture of ourselves playing xbox so guys will hit on us!!”
“omg i’ll wear my ADTR shirt so they’ll all think i’m hardc0re lol”
Who the fuck doesn’t put their fingers on the trigger buttons even at rest? If you’re going to lie, do it well. Twats.
Some tattoos fall in to the category of “A life of regret.” Others fall in to the David Cross category of “You could do something you regret. Or worse.” Something beyond something you regret? You can’t afford to feel regret about it. You pass right on in to denial and justification. This tattoo is a pop culture reference. Forever engraved into this body. Definitely the latter of the two categories.
Awwwww yeah. Starting up drivers now.
Fascinating read. I’ve thought a similar train of though for quite a while. Excuse the flood today, Tumblr. I’m waiting for my 1 TB hard drive. Then I’ll spend my time on Steam, not here. I promise.
Okay. I might be a little impressed with this.
It’s such a gorgeous day outside *carries laptop outside to continue stumbling. But outside*