shes looking for a new vein to slit. its what you do when youve run out cheap thrills and people to hold you down.
from up here, at this balcony, all you can see are the lights and cold streets running like straps all across a city that stopped resisting a while ago. out there, people are fast sleep on the pavements, finding warmth and inertia beneath the lamp posts. in so many rooms everywhere, women will make love on cue to their partners and have obligatory orgasms. they will then turn to the other side and think about making breakfast. dutifully, children are made, fed and put to sleep at 8 pm and for so many people life flows along gently. its disgusting.
the music reaches deep into her stomach and its harder to breathe now. she closes her eyes and wonders how far she would have to lean over the balcony before the wind would push her onto the other side. across her back, he runs his hand and the only thing she knows about him is the pattern of the lines on his palm and fingers. she breathes in deep, turns away and towards him. "take me away" .
your place or mine?
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@ a.. what was the comment you deleted.. im curious
@ take a hike.. :)
theres more coming on this line btw.. dont know what form it will take but there is more
a and take a hike share the same identity.
:)
On the lines of What??
ah. and now there is clarity.. :)
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So many new posts!
All except for the latest (street sexual harassment) somehow seemed part of the same rune. The dissent seemed as strong.
:) yea.. ive been writing a lot lately.. most of which im not posting.. im still kinda testing ground on where it goes..
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