He imagines he was in an office
somewhere, an office on the lower level and she was sitting across him.
The window looked out on a parking lot and a chain link fence, nothing pretty,
and so he always kept the blinds closed. Her needs were very
specific. And she recognized the yearning and desperation inside of him
and used it to her advantage. He recognized her recognition and did not
mind being used. He spoke better when using speaker phone to initiate the
process. There was never going to be any need to discuss payment.
He hated himself a bit more each time. Pleasure is a fleeting and ugly
thing.
When I go out on the balcony I stretch out my arms and look at the river. It is very inviting. Sometimes I’m wearing a cowboy hat in those moments, maybe singing a little song.
Some are going to refer to him as a sorcerer. Please do not ask me if I want to live BEAUTIFULLY. Do not inquire about the taste of butter or beautiful dresses. What do I have in my mind? What do you look like? I fear I may one day be screaming and chasing someone through a sickly green colored hallway.
He wonders if she recognizes the fear and sadness. He believes so. She feigned interest. She is a master of feigning. Removing the cranium. Keep coming back, many happy returns and all that. It is the strangest of confessionals but somehow richly appropriate. He may be the saddest sheep she has ever known.
These moths inside my head are quite vexed by lies. A black Greek chorus, their wings are frightening. I think we’ve been having sex in flying saucers. I’m very low as of late. Me thinks I’ll stand in front of an orange backdrop. Orange is very relatable lately. I think sleep is my most favorite thing ever. There is no reason anymore. She wakes up exhausted every single day. All these old man preachers. Sliding around inside his brain. What glamour. This is just the opening salvo. How I wish everyone would stop talking to me. This is a minor acceptance. Kids are still smearing camel shit on the walls. Where is the morning? I’m a functioning member of s…. I laughed heartily at the defense. Don’t go in that room, there are fucking ghosts in there! I punched the wall very hard and made a hole and was shocked to find a little man living inside there. He began talking to me and explained all the horrible things his children did, all the things they touched that they shouldn’t have. I started to cry and begged him to stop talking to me but he would not. Maybe I pissed my pants at some point; I’m not quite sure, tee hee. I’ve been saving the tabs of pop cans to ingest them at some future. Right now they are in a plastic bag and sometimes I like to look at them and then I scream and start hitting myself. I hit myself so hard to other day my nose started to bleed. I have a pair of pliers but I haven’t worked up the courage to use them yet. It’s like they always said: I don’t have the chops, I can’t cut the mustard! These needles hurt a great deal when I sit down. We’re going to come out and show them. That wind chime just will not stay quiet. My poor head hurts so much and everything is so blurry now. My face is rotting. That sentence alone is a laugh riot. I think I’ll go see a musical later on or maybe read a book about ancient Chinese history. Let’s experiment with thoughts because I think we can reach things that have been denied us. All these outside intelligences. If you truly believe in this lack of existence I’m afraid you have a very devastating experience coming your way.
Look what we has done, I yell to the world. Probably be signing off soon. Let us end with rich jovial happiness and swim in pools and chocolate. Everyone believes we were made for fucking. Everything is rather disgusting. Wait! I said rich jovial happiness! Is that pasta on the oven? I heart pasta. Let’s form a band and make forward thinking electronic music. Please stop talking to me. All look so phony. Let’s zoom on a cityscape now. Is that Scott calling?
I’m trembling for her. maybe she’ll be my master.
The female bodybuilder in the music video for Weezer’s new song is devastatingly attractive. You are the chosen one
I recently finished watching the television series Breaking Bad. Lydia’s ruthlessness was so sexy I almost sliced open my own throat just for a reprieve on the intense pleasure she gave!
Nothing holding it together anymore. Time for something new? Subtle clues are everywhere. Regrettably I can’t belong to that 30 century. I love the fragments. And green and black. It sounded beautiful, right? Even or maybe especially after all that crying. Petty jealousy a bit later on as he stole all that tenderness. Hug. Are you okay? Smile and ask.
I think that picture on my wall glows at night, the eyes I mean, they glow at night. once its out there it can never be taken back. Everyone should turn away. Time to disassemble. No control over anything. General aimlessness I suppose though no one else’s fault. Two sides to everything. they’re green, then blue and then grey. None of us have any idea what to do. After that peak there’s nothing else, we’re just trying to outrun…
But trah lah, there is something very wrong. Though at least now I am a functioning member of s….
Very wrong. We just need a bigger space I think. Bastard! I’m so cheap! No, I’m a failure, no one can take that away from me! Raucous laughter. People know the answers but they always ask anyway. I think I’m sure. Damn. I think that muse has taken flight. Each word weighs a ton. So much is buried deep.
He is the reason all this sickness keeps spreading. This is all there is. things look different in the morning. Very very wrong, something is just wrong and
I always ask for extra bread sticks to take home hahahahahaha! Tra la, tra la, tra la, trala, tra la.
When I go out on the balcony I stretch out my arms and look at the river. It is very inviting. Sometimes I’m wearing a cowboy hat in those moments, maybe singing a little song.
Some are going to refer to him as a sorcerer. Please do not ask me if I want to live BEAUTIFULLY. Do not inquire about the taste of butter or beautiful dresses. What do I have in my mind? What do you look like? I fear I may one day be screaming and chasing someone through a sickly green colored hallway.
He wonders if she recognizes the fear and sadness. He believes so. She feigned interest. She is a master of feigning. Removing the cranium. Keep coming back, many happy returns and all that. It is the strangest of confessionals but somehow richly appropriate. He may be the saddest sheep she has ever known.
These moths inside my head are quite vexed by lies. A black Greek chorus, their wings are frightening. I think we’ve been having sex in flying saucers. I’m very low as of late. Me thinks I’ll stand in front of an orange backdrop. Orange is very relatable lately. I think sleep is my most favorite thing ever. There is no reason anymore. She wakes up exhausted every single day. All these old man preachers. Sliding around inside his brain. What glamour. This is just the opening salvo. How I wish everyone would stop talking to me. This is a minor acceptance. Kids are still smearing camel shit on the walls. Where is the morning? I’m a functioning member of s…. I laughed heartily at the defense. Don’t go in that room, there are fucking ghosts in there! I punched the wall very hard and made a hole and was shocked to find a little man living inside there. He began talking to me and explained all the horrible things his children did, all the things they touched that they shouldn’t have. I started to cry and begged him to stop talking to me but he would not. Maybe I pissed my pants at some point; I’m not quite sure, tee hee. I’ve been saving the tabs of pop cans to ingest them at some future. Right now they are in a plastic bag and sometimes I like to look at them and then I scream and start hitting myself. I hit myself so hard to other day my nose started to bleed. I have a pair of pliers but I haven’t worked up the courage to use them yet. It’s like they always said: I don’t have the chops, I can’t cut the mustard! These needles hurt a great deal when I sit down. We’re going to come out and show them. That wind chime just will not stay quiet. My poor head hurts so much and everything is so blurry now. My face is rotting. That sentence alone is a laugh riot. I think I’ll go see a musical later on or maybe read a book about ancient Chinese history. Let’s experiment with thoughts because I think we can reach things that have been denied us. All these outside intelligences. If you truly believe in this lack of existence I’m afraid you have a very devastating experience coming your way.
Look what we has done, I yell to the world. Probably be signing off soon. Let us end with rich jovial happiness and swim in pools and chocolate. Everyone believes we were made for fucking. Everything is rather disgusting. Wait! I said rich jovial happiness! Is that pasta on the oven? I heart pasta. Let’s form a band and make forward thinking electronic music. Please stop talking to me. All look so phony. Let’s zoom on a cityscape now. Is that Scott calling?
I’m trembling for her. maybe she’ll be my master.
The female bodybuilder in the music video for Weezer’s new song is devastatingly attractive. You are the chosen one
I recently finished watching the television series Breaking Bad. Lydia’s ruthlessness was so sexy I almost sliced open my own throat just for a reprieve on the intense pleasure she gave!
Nothing holding it together anymore. Time for something new? Subtle clues are everywhere. Regrettably I can’t belong to that 30 century. I love the fragments. And green and black. It sounded beautiful, right? Even or maybe especially after all that crying. Petty jealousy a bit later on as he stole all that tenderness. Hug. Are you okay? Smile and ask.
I think that picture on my wall glows at night, the eyes I mean, they glow at night. once its out there it can never be taken back. Everyone should turn away. Time to disassemble. No control over anything. General aimlessness I suppose though no one else’s fault. Two sides to everything. they’re green, then blue and then grey. None of us have any idea what to do. After that peak there’s nothing else, we’re just trying to outrun…
But trah lah, there is something very wrong. Though at least now I am a functioning member of s….
Very wrong. We just need a bigger space I think. Bastard! I’m so cheap! No, I’m a failure, no one can take that away from me! Raucous laughter. People know the answers but they always ask anyway. I think I’m sure. Damn. I think that muse has taken flight. Each word weighs a ton. So much is buried deep.
He is the reason all this sickness keeps spreading. This is all there is. things look different in the morning. Very very wrong, something is just wrong and
I always ask for extra bread sticks to take home hahahahahaha! Tra la, tra la, tra la, trala, tra la.
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