And in the beginning,
There was John,
He was a short pale man,
Dark brown hair,
Messy and lazy.
And just like his hair,
Is his lifestyle,
As he slouches,
Crisps crumbs cover his couch,
Dirty magazines strewn on the floor,
Unfinished work on his laptop.
Stuck in a cycle,
A bubble of time,
Wake up,
Eat,
Work,
Sleep,
Repeat.
What a pathetic existence.
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John
RandomAn anthology that revolves around a man named John and the freedom he is granted through a girl named Skyla.
