ℴℎ LIFE;

                 ⊱✄____//:⊱- "Hell yeah. I get paid every fucking day." 

                                      Oh cool; hence cue a smile enlightened on his face.               "Can I ------------------------ have an iPod?" 

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  ≩⊁ “I’m only gonna share if you keep ‘em in.” On the couch, toenails painted, listening to Lana Del Ray again with chocolate by his side. Usually he wouldn’t even think about sharing his sweets, but it seemed he was in an exceptionally good mood.

                                       It would be something so difficult to keep             as promise; he knew he would have to throw it out of his             system once they're inside. Rejecting is his nature. And             besides; even if his mind was willing on eating something,             that doesn't mean his body would. "Whatever. Can I have             one?" He asked, pointing to the box of chocolate set beside             him on the couch. 

                        ❝                Those that believe in god,                                        haven’t seen true fear. The closes thing                                          to god is a human. For humans                                           claim to be powerful creatures.                                            Which makes me a G O D. ❞                                    The female is muttering                                     to herself           again.

                                       To actually admit themselves as being         ( God ). That would take one hella of a confidence. Nonetheless;         that was rather an absurd confession for even himself who         liked appearing apathetic towards other people's opinion. "Nah         you're not God." 

A week later St. Vincent would front Nirvana at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

         { ★ } - He just dropped his water bottle, and accidentally                           kicked it in the direction of the other person. The                           ginger points down at the bottle. "Bro, can you do                           me a solid and hand me that?”

                                           Layne stopped in his tracks once feeling a             water bottle rolled towards his feet. He looked down; looking             up again once hearing a voice approaching him. "Yeah sure --"             He answered said stranger who apparently was the owner of             the bottle; except that he'd only brought a hand to stretch            downwards, only to whine afterwards. "I'm too lazy to crouch            down though and I can't reach it " 

not feeling particularly depressed today ( she actually took her medication ), the strangers question surprised her. “e-excuse me?” she asked in reply. nonnie felt the sudden urge to get up and sit somewhere else but, she didn’t want to be rude.

                                            Of course it would surprise someone other.               His question was rather vague; and a bit on the depressing               downside. But Layne had always felt like this; tired to go on,               but the world won't really let him go.                "No just. -- The cold. Don't you think it's too cold to survive?               I think we're going for an ice age soon" He doesn't really               like to let anyone see his downside; thus masking his former               question with something -- more casual and stupid. 

「Are you about to steal a bank or did you get a bad haircut? Depending on the answer I might have to call the police」He grinned. He was joking, of course, but he was curious why someone that wasn’t a cartoon character would walk around with a paper bag on their head (though he didn’t understand why cartoon characters wore it either). Maybe that was rude, though. He hoped the other wouldn’t take it personally.

                                         He turned to look at his side from where the          voice was coming from, still with the paper bag masking his face.          It wasn't his first time being made fun off; well, having a paperbag          over his head only garnered more attention from other people,          but the good thing was that he wouldn't see them. He pulled the          paper bag off, folding it into a smaller square. "Neither just --          being Batman's apprentice I figured I might just wear a mask to          hide my identity. You know Batman and the whole not having people          know that he's Bruce Wayne thing." Again with the Batman reference           - ( such a Batman nerd. )