i was listening to the beatles today and was inspired
And so it was like this: Rita was a sweet, warm lass, born of sunshine and big trees (?)--well she turned out to be a rather earthly girl, I suppose, so it makes sense, and it was at one time that I loved her. She didn't love me, though, at least not for long, so she left me eventually. “She’s leaving,” they’d say, but, no, I’d not listen because I believed things were getting better all the time and the like. They could say, “Hey, look there, boy, there’s your friend Lucy in the sky with diamonds,” or some other odd phrase that would have normally distracted me from my reveries of her, but, yeah, they couldn’t sway me. Ever. But I wasn’t a complete idiot: I tried fixing a hole in the relationship, as I could tell something was amiss and stuff--she never answered my phone calls and seemed to favor one finger pointing up whenever I came around. Looking back that should have been my cue, you know--but alas I’ll be damned if my lovely Rita ever had me thinking straight, come to think of it; within you, without you, you know, that kind of girl and all: had my mind, body, and soul during those days. Then there was a day in the life of the man I used to be where she packed up and left to join this odd parade company that went by the name of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Well, hello, hello! Good morning, good morning!--that one sent me for a loop, and I then fell into depression. Oh, I tried to stay occupied, honestly. Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite, I helped my old neighbor with his chores day in and day out for weeks on end. And when my spirits got low at night, I got by with a little from my friends, I suppose. They were always there for me, thankfully. One guy by the name of Mike said that when I’m sixty-four, I’ll see that broad, Rita, marching down the road in some sort of dim Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band reprise from its better days, with her boobs sinking to the ground, envying me and my mansion. I smile at the thought everyday and wait in anticipation, playing my favorite Beatles albums whenever I can. "Never could be any other way," I suppose.
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