Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I didn't get the job...

I didn't get the job.

Despair settled like a veil over my eyes. A death shroud that clouds and removes reason. I let the blackness settle in and the rage grow.

Doctor Zoombie slips into the gloom of coming night, a dark evil stalking an unsuspecting prey. Death is coming and he is cloaked in grave moldy rags. He is the destroyer of innocence and the render of flesh.

Death is coming, and he's pissed off.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

1 comment:

fool said...

Hmmm... I was just turned down for a job a really, really wanted. I felt quite similiar.