A middle-aged man who is wearing leopard print tights. Touching. Pumping himself in the blue haze of the computer screen, as he watches an eighteen year old in braces shove the head of a teddy bear into the moisture emanating from her crotch. It is not illegal.
A household plant neglected in the shade of the blinds, because your owner never turns the fucking light on since he is working on his night vision.
The violet hair chalk rubbed on the pubic hairs of someone you're infatuated with. It could stick to the dampness lying dormant on the surface of your lips, if only you had the courage you motherfucker.
An undiscovered planet with the most basic form of life. Unintelligent. You can be a good mother.
Hawaii? Or Alaska? Just not connected to the main land.
An eye spinning around in a socket, unfocused. Distracted and disinterested. You would rather look at a video of someone being shot in the head; the wound self-inflicted. Because idle chatter with friends is so captivating, especially when you're not connected to the main land.
Hawaii or Alaska?
A torso hanging out a window, contorting and becoming sore, eventually. Looking at the orange light reflecting off the clouds from the city located behind the mountains. It will skew any observation made about the stars tonight, never coming to a conclusion. Dumbing yourself down. Contorting and becoming sore.
A guilt trip eating away at her conscience. It's your turn now.
A board game misunderstood and complicated. Hands drunk. Tossing little wooden pieces. Gone missing in the carpet. You are losing parts of yourself that make you complete in the process of decomposition. No one cares about ruining this shit for future generations. Not fair.
The thesis statement outlining his assertion of what it means to have a bad day.
The depression embedded in the lines of a smiling face.
A bed, which never got laid. Unloved. Meditating in the solitude of an empty room. Quiet, finally.
Medication dissolving in a nasal passage. You will clog sinuses as you pin pupils. Fuck the cops.
A missing hand lost in the ass of a male hooker. The ass lined with razorblades, he clenched at the wrong time, you unlucky fucker. Now you can really kick off this pity party right with some 7-up cake, soda, and some fucking balloons. Fingernails coated in waste. Shit man.
A murder/suicide involving an elderly couple. Channeling Chester and Mildred Welebob.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Going nowhere.You're all grown up.
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