Out of time, out of joint,
Out and about, what’s the bloody point?
Out and out insanity,
Losing touch with reality.
Out of my mind, completely off my head, 434 more words
Stanislav Kowalski replaced the cigarette between his lips, inhaling the smoke deeply. He held it in his lungs as long as he could, until dizzy from the nicotine, then exhaled slowly with pursed lips, forming smoke rings in the warm still air of the May evening. 725 more words