Diary of Kyle
He sat on the bus  and looked outside, thinking.  He thought too much and he thought about  love and he won't ever stop as he'd never enough.  He closed his  eyes.  They opened to see commercial sights.  There may have been a  better way to deploy the spectrum of colours but no alternatives sprung to mind,  so he thought about what money to save and how to spend it.  He thought too  much and he didn't know why he could hear these thoughts but not ever  replies.  The plastic in his ears provided him with music, which derived  from an electrical current he could no longer fathom as he had done at  school.  The songs sung to him passed by harmlessly as he thought about  what this electricity could be used for instead.  Soon he would be at his  place of employment, where he carried out the daily endurance test of avoiding  boredom for as long as possible.  Then he would continue to think until  such time came as he was required to do.  This was alleviated for half an  hour in the middle of the day, during which he returned to soundtracked music as  he walked the streets.  He preferred to eschew the colours to roam amongst  the residential greys and for this he received no financial compensation.   Upon returning to the centre there were more carbon fumes from the people and  machines.  Despite his best intentions he would sometimes find himself  smiling as he walked in the sun and thought about seeing her.  His mind  pictured how the letters 'mm-hmm-hmm!' could arrange themselves on a blank page  and so almost laughed.  While that so almost happened the round man walking  in front of him turned and looked behind four times in a row.  As he  pondered the meaning of this intrusion he narrowly avoided walking into the  black cat that sauntered across his path.  After this he crossed the road  and headed back into his confines.  On the way home he thought he saw a window propped open with a shotgun but it was only a coathanger.
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