derek
Buzzing does not evven begin to describe. I ft as if something had crept into my sub conscious and began playing a song I would never be able to understand inside a room where there was no lock and there was no key for was desperate to release the prisoner. But that could've been the synthetic marijuana talking.
The orange groves spent their sweet scent on the air he took in. He hugged the orange tree as if it were the only thing to cling to in a sea of sharks. The Police officer's searchlight swept the grove in the dark from the driver side window of his patrol car looking for the young man that committed the crime of wanting to have fun on a night that tolerated nothing short of obedience.
upon discovering his own sexuality, billy began touching himself profusely. he touched himself in the bath, at the grocery store, in a womens changing room at a dilliards, and during confession at at church.
The metro rail whirred by smooth and painless. He looked out the window thinking of her. she was lost to him from the moment they met. He had been trying to get back to her fromt then on. she was like a distant dream that he thought up and created yet, he had no way of controlling her, and that was his mistake.
Something altered his perception of her right then, it was as if her physical had been broken, rearranged and put back together as it never had before.
As I walked in the funeral home, I was entranced by the fragrant flowers and the shiny sleek polished wood of the display coffins. I approached the the blackest coffin of the bunch, and felt the satin material that lay within. I envied whoever was going to end up in this Cadillac to the afterlife.
people are always staring at me, with their big dumb cow eyes. they have no soul, I can tell. they shuffle about waiting for the world to hand them something they dont deserve, or waiting to just plain die. My heart turns black with rage as I watch them "live" their lives. They tell ME, when it is I who should be telling THEM.
I want to write about crust.
Crust is the best part of anything. it compliments the rest by being it's dryest. it is where all the flavor goes. it consists of the rejects of the dish. it is superb, beneficial and delicous. only ignoramuses do not enjoy Crust. Crust is the heartland. firm and textural. it is to be savored, worshipped and devoured. Crust is the world without center.
mmmmodem? mmmutherfucker. I forgot my goddamn modem. I walked back to the library to get what I had forgotten, when a stunning red head...
the bench was wet when she sat down but she didnt care. the cold leftover rain drops seeped into her jeans, and it sent a shiver up her spine. she sat in an almost comatose state staring at the passers by, and the cars humming slowly around the parking lot. some kids ran by, giggling and she began to smile at this, when he caught her eye. when she saw him her whole body went cold and numb. she couldnt believe it but it was him. it was his car, and he was smiling at her. she began to tremble, the sight of him made her stomach turn, she couldnt turn away. 'How did he find me?' she got up to run away, but she stopped. what is he doing? she asked herself. he had the queerest little grin on his face, and he seemed to be working something back and forth in his lap. his face became flush, and then she realized what he was doing as he threw his head back and his whole body shook as he finished himself off.
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