izzybeth
“Shitbag!” Kelly screamed at the man that pushed her over on the subway platform.
She picked herself up and smoothed out her skirt, collecting the items that had fallen from her purse.
This word has come up before. I guess One Word recycles. Which is great for the environment. And ideas sometimes. Sometimes ideas need to be recycled. Reused, rehashed, regurgitated.
The orphans gathered in the crowded train car for the marble tournament. They were playing for keeps. "Loser cleans the outhouses. Winner gets a second portion of dinner," said Danny, the toughest orphan.
The horse was strapped into its harness. Broken leg dangling limply. The crane lifted it up and the horse bucked. It was the only survivor of the car crash.
"Chiiiiiilieeeesss Baby Back Ribs" The jingle played through the radio into the car. It gave Manuel chills. He was a vegetarian. Meat is murder. "Hi Can I take your order?" shrieked the drive thru attendant at McDonald's.
"Ewww. God. STOP SAYING THAT WORD."
"Hahaha. Crust. Crusty crust. Moist. Moist Crust."
"Gross. Gross. Gross. I'm not listening to you. I'm ignoring you."
"Crusty Panties. Lumps. Moist Lumps."
"JEREMY. I'm going to vomit on you."
The configuration was astounding. The professor applauded Julia and had her get up in front of the class. She was suffering a stroke. Of genius.
The flyer distributor sighed. She still had 100 animal rights flyers to give away before she could go on her lunch break. She was craving a cheeseburger. She was going to get a cheeseburger. Fuck veganism. Today she was going for the meat.
"Wash cut and blow?" Sure. This was Tamara's first haircut since her sex change. Boy, was it different from a barbershop. She wouldn't be getting a shave this time.
Smile though your heart is breaking. Smile though you are aching. The Charlie Chaplin tune floated through the summer air. There was something calm and haunting and peaceful about this night.
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