The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

In the living room, he found Nell glued to the tv screen that was mentioning with a report about Gallaghers' refusal of recording European Championship theme song along Blur.
Ther obstinate denial pushed the rivals in renouncing as well at the recording, makin Lightening Seeds takin the responsibility for it.
"That isn't the same thing..."she mumbled " don't you think bro?"
"Certainly is not.But they're right in not compromising themselves along Camden's spanners. But while we're on the subject... I dare to recall you that not more than some months ago you were disliking everything about Oasis, what's up now to make you even support them so passionately?"
Nell got mentally through her metamorphosys stages and replied:
"The've made What's The Story, Morning Glory..."
"You're always the old retarded.But better late than never coming to light..."
Jill went upstairs to his bedroom sayin he wasn't going to have lunch as he had eaten previously along an unknown guy found while walkin out.
Despite that sounded absurd to his family they let him go without insisting. If he would have felt like to, he would have found his part of pie into microwave ready to be consumed.
He sat on the desk chair, but two minutes later he was standing up again, turning around.Cloudy about himself, he laid on bed turning the stereo with the remote control and Garbage's music spread into the room: STTTTTUUUUUUPIIID GUUUUUUUUURLLLL!!!
What a sexy dark singer, that Shirley Manson.
"She's got attitude, she gotta be good when makin sex..."
But when he was feeling ill like in that moment, one and only group was singin the words for him, one and only song he wanted to hear, one and only begging refrain:
Cos maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my wonderwall...
How he did hope for the salvation to come, and that Kass were it.
But nevertheless all of his hopes about her, every single time he was listening to Wonderewall the truth he was indeed aware of inside him was surfacing, filling the whole of his brain, and the whole of his mind, craming every single piece of his conscience against all his wasted efforts to chase it away, against all useless attempts to erase it and changin its shapes...
... and all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead the way are blinding,
There are many things that I would like to say to you,
but I don't know how...
Cos maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my wonderwall...
His perpetual dream.. whom he wanted to fool out?
...I said you're gonna be the one that saves me, that saves me, that saves me...
Well, as far away as she was she could never knock on his door and save him from pain, she wasn't going to ever step in his room to lift him from bed, she wasn't going to see which one was his life since she had left.
His lost dream of love. His killing regret.