Vast Nothing

Cold, rain, ugliness takes over the world. Life is but a blur, a tiny stain that grows like ink bleeding out of a wet newspaper left on the driveway. Skid, splat you're tagged sonny boy. Mommy where do the electrons go? Really what's in that extension cord when it's plugged in. How does electricity store it self up in stuff? Basically it's raining and wet outside. Oh yeah, and a wee bit dark. Everyday drags into the next, not depressing but wouldn't call it blissful ecstasy either. Ride the pretty pony, wheeeee! Man I wish I had cookies.