| Bryan Greenberg went to see Hilarie in the local bar and asked if he could take her soon to the end of the world. She said she had to go flying to the top of the nearest mountain. Hilarie was trying to impress the grand kindness of strangers from one American song by a country singer who was in the new line of up-coming movie releases. TV was the poor excuse used in desperate times by a poor and ghetto wannabe popstars that yearned for a large audience to be in their concerts cheering and them acting like a bunch of monkeys on the loose gravel tossing a handful of chocolates. Two days of cleaning up would do nothing to the huge broom of terror rising in the basement. Running across the quad a step away from going insane from all the chaos that he witnessed, Bryan said that they were running from the sound of loud shots and rowdy pedestrians walking through the cracked sidewalks. A hippopotamus waddled about in the rear of a truck stop in the middle of a yard that was just picked out by a random stranger in the bar beside the house of a rather small dude that kissed the elf. They all came to a conclusion that death is nothing to fear from because of the huge bugs that looked like some of crazy things that were always flying at the end of a cliff. Turning on the next set, Bryan changed his socks because he couldn't get the new guitar to his front of red dress. Turning on the radio Bryan had been changing and Hilarie went to check out the news because there were too expensive for the set of pliers and wire on the table beside the end of the world __________________ Icon Credit - intodelirium@lj | 
