We were walking up the stairs when you paused. We had to go back. When we reached the lower floor, the screams, we ran. These elevators are painfully slow and I don’t know to go up or down.
13/04/15 12:30
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We were walking up the stairs when you paused. We had to go back. When we reached the lower floor, the screams, we ran. These elevators are painfully slow and I don’t know to go up or down.
13/04/15 12:30
I’m trying not to sound obsessed, but frankly, I am. I am intoxicated with infatuation. Some bitch-kid broke my cello and mandolin; I am so fucking livid.
13/04/11 14:40
I was stolen. They kept me there for five months, and she was the worst I’d ever seen. The second time I broke away, escaped, I got to the beach and ran home free. I had little clue where I was, but I called up mum and we went out for hamburgers and a movie.
13/03/29 08:00
You worked at the coffeeshop, your job was to give out free shit and make the place look pretty. We talked, and walked to your north-of-town home. Don’t slip in the water.
13/03/22 08:20
we’ve been moving things for quite some time, trying to get at the nude canvas at the back. I’ve broken the computer screen, already. “Put then joint down, G., or I’ll pop the balloon.” POP. She stomps to the front.”For a while there, I was afraid things would escalate even further,but luckily not.”
13/03/19 09:40
It’s 5a.m. the morning after v-day. The three of us are wandering in the basement of a mall, chatting. We pass a restaurant, and I glance in. “Wait.” We back up and take a closer look. What are they doing here‽ They stand up to pay. Shit. I walk, quick. Up, left, right….out in the breeze. But no — they’ve spotted me. The words “why do you hate me?” are mouthed through glass. I’m angry and you’re upset. Fuck you — stop twisting things!! I’m just scared of you. I didn’t want to be spotted… The manager comes out, spewing profanities. Fuck you, OK? Fuck you. I lie in the best possible way. I’m on the rooftop and there’s someone else here, speaking to me. I’m afraid. My shadows start to slip off the edge; I am drawn downwards. I try so desperately to crack through the glass — LET ME ONE LAYER LOWER. You’re in my bed, sound asleep. I pop in a movie and order a pizza. You wake up three-quarters through both, irritable. Sorry — was I too loud? There is something about walking with you through the forest, terrified.
13/02/15 05:10
The last film; a statement on futility and fatality. You stomp. The last frame — a camera’s photograph of itself — was enough to make me crack. No one seemed to comprehend the true scope of it’s aftermath, the applicability. “Do you want to lay in the sun?” No…I…It’s not…sunny mood. I am so fragmented. You drink shit coffee.
13/01/20 11:50
I am so angry. You are making me late but do not seem to care. I don’t
want to buy fruit-loops in bulk; i was supposed to be at work thirty
minutes ago. Finally I get there. We’ve been moved to the dollar
store. I apologize. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of that, lately.
I take my break.
I sneak in and sit down. I’m barely on time for class. I catch
something out of the corner of my eye. He;s sitting next to me. I
smile, reassured. I glance up and notice he is next to someone else I
know. They start kissing. And I notice that next to both of them is
someone else I know, and they start kissing. I shut down. Then they are
laughing at me, asking how I could be so stupid. I exclaim, bluntly ‘I
don’t care.’ I leave.
I am lying down, crying, at the end of the plaza. I just don’t care
anymore. The world seems unbound by rules. An asian girl and her boy come
over and reaffirm my faith. I start crying again, out of joy.
Happiness does exist, I suppose. It is a possibility.
Later, I wake up on the same stretch of pavement, salt-stained. I
don’t know how long I’ve been here for. I grumble and reluctantly get
up. I head for the bus stop. I look at the time and it is seven. I
remember that I left for my break at five — shit. I’m an hour and a
half late and somehow I gather the courage to go back and hope I don’t
get yelled at and fired. I apologize. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of that, lately. Things seem to be falling apart everywhere around me.
13/01/06 10:00
Yes, I do like you. But this space is too small for the four of us. Please, tell me that they’re leaving. I’m leaving.
12/12/06 12:30
