Chuck Palahniuk and Gandhi meet up in an elevator, and the elevator breaks down. They
are informed that the repair person is working on it now, but might take up to an hour.
I have to admit, youre the last person that I would have thought Id be trap
Caffeine's grey bloom
The fuel of my heart
Safety against impending doom
Like a mighty tree, grows my art
Like a young child, grow my craft
This is not just for a grade
I will consume this draft
That my consciousness will not fade
So ignite like an infern
Dark, wet, shoes squish and bones shiver. Happy times are over
Piercing winds, deadly icicles, roads are terrifying
Will it break now? More cold, more wind.
Is it green? It is! Greet it like an old friend.
Warm breeze, walks, sneezing, fever.