Flummox

Eye candy was something that he adored. He could stare at it all day. It reminded him of high school, where he just happened to be a dork. But there was a shift change in his personality, that would leave him adored by all. It took only a small amount of courage on his part to turn the tides.

Feeding the squirrels as a past time. Fast forwarding until todays standards. He could not get that out of his head. The change that was about to happen. It was flummoxing. And the ash-tray was still burning in his mind. But he could not control his motives.

It was a bummer that this was all he had to live for. All that was about to pass on his end. It was mind-bending. And it was not something he was going to enjoy. The banner up and ready to change color, the floating balloon was still out in the weather, until someone decided to pop it.

Tall, short, heavy, or skinny, it did not matter to Ted. He enjoyed women the way they were. As well as the way they arranged themselves. Did something else fly with him he could not tell. Later he would have to tell his shrink about this problem, but not now, it would not help any, if he told him now. Too many distractions to pop out now.

The place where he was living had all sorts of people just trying to live one day at a time. Many were social many were anti-social. But Ted developed many relations with those that were social. It was in his genes to do so. They just came in all sorts of varities, too many to name at the time. So he did his best not to name them. His vision was to maybe one day stay caffeinated so he would not have to worry about it. He felt sorry for his wife and what she had to go through. But those were the turmoils of this world.

He just wanted to be sedated from all of this nonsense. All of these bipeds were going to give him trouble for what he was about to do. He did not want to do it although it had to be done the right way for nobody else to notice. The sirens were coming to get him. But he was suffering already. The cameras could tell, they always stood sentient, watching but never doing anything. The foil could tell though. There was a partial lunar eclipse coming up that no one was ready for. But would they deny it from him his lustfullnes. THE COFFEE IS STILL HOT. But it did not distract him from his work. It just made him stronger.

Did he want to be part of the drill, the high school drill, where they all hide under there desks. No he did not. He would rather stand up and say FIRE!!!, from the top of his lungs, until they brought over the paddy wagon, and locked him away forever. That sounded like a fun time. For him at least. The mustacheless beard would save them all from annihilation, yay!.

Leave it all behind, they told him. The foil will cover up what you cannot see anyways. Duh, everyone could have told him not to cover it. The wise men were on the chase for him. And Ted was not going to run away from the trouble anymore. He had done that for most of his life anyways. Oh the story he would tell to his children. Would it be a good story, sure.