ardent-bowel
dont see the roof that someone else has designed as a barrier, see it as a renovation waiting to happen.
The plan was simple; get in, get out. quick and clean, but nothing ever goes to plan. its a shame that i didn't know that beforehand, and now, i regretted having taken revenge on my late wife.
both of them beautiful in their own way.
neither of them criticizing angrily.
both of them loving faithfully.
Bloody saliva spewed from his mouth, "rise! get up!" but she lay there, limp and twitching and abused.
torture,
pain,
dark,
rage,
rape,
nothing,
waste
under you,
under stars,
under trees,
above the world,
above me,
beloved,
above,
yet under.
The dim bar down the road spelled trouble, but it was Glens only chance. known for being somewhat of a ominous and sexually narcissist venue, the local bar deemed "Gordon's" struck Glen as a place where he might find what he was searching for. shimmering black-lights flickered more noticeably as he neared its odorous entryway, his feet bombarding the rough, calloused concrete, blooming with weeds. confidently sauntering up to the burly bouncer, cigar smoke weaving in and out of his various facial earrings, Glen entered unscathed.
a haven,
a nest,
resting,
musty, papery smell,
the best.
a geek. a total nerd. disliked by the popular crowd, he cried. so naive and insecure. one day he will realize, he will realize that those kids dont matter, that he's better than them. sure, now he's a complete square to them, but just they wait.
long strides took him down a darkened hall. the concrete that lay before him was worn and damp, an ominous looking place.
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