Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Lizards

Here come the lizards

Someone is talking to me. I reply. Am I doing the right thing? Why are they looking at me like that? Have I done something to offend them? Best get on with my work and not think about it.

Here come the lizards, here come the lizards

I must have seemed distant or standoffish or something. I can't think of anything I did wrong. Must have been something. I'm sure they're probably talking about me now and how weird I am. I can't ask them because I'll seem even weirder.

Here come the lizards, here come the lizards, here come the lizards

I'm sure they're avoiding me. Did they give me a funny look just then? Why did they start whispering when I went by? Are they laughing? I must be the laughing stock of the whole place now. Close your eyes, and remember to breathe. It's not working. Why do I have to think these things. I wish I'd not thought anything at all.

Here come the lizards, here come the lizards, here come the lizards, here come the lizards

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