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A long time ago, cabinets were the bane of my existence. They held all the secrets. And the cookies too.
A bunch of connections and space and time. A bunch of lab coats and beakers and things that bubble. A bunch of nothing. A bunch of everything.
My favorite poster is above my bed. One night, my cat decides that it needs to die. So attacks it. And now my favorite poster is now my favorite poster with two long slash marks that had to be taped up.
I am a gladiator. Nothing else. If you looked at me, you would see a man. A man covered in dirt and blood. A man with no past. A slave. That’s all I am anymore. Sometimes, I wish someone would catch me off guard. To take my life and splatter it all over the ground.
I am a gladiator. Nothing else. If you looked at me, you would see a man. A man covered in dirt and blood. A man with no past. A slave. That's all I am anymore. I just fight for no reason. No. I do fight for a reason. For your entertainment.
My eyes slowly opened, but I closed them again after a few seconds. I didn’t want to get up anytime soon. I turned myself over towards my alarm clock and opened my eyes again. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then shut my eyes. I'll get up in a little bit to have some brunch.
My eyes slowly opened after twelve or so minutes. I didn't want to get up anytime soon. I turned my over to my alarm clock. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then closed my eyes again. I'll get up in about 25 minutes to have some brunch.
In town, everybody seems to be nice. After a few days there, I've come to the conclusion that maybe I would want to spend more time there. Perhaps move there someday.
Spiders. Lots and lots of spiders. Just sitting around a table and weaving their intricate webs. And telling stories about their grandchildren and the old days. And having flys for lunch.