Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Oh, infinitely beautiful girl you are not alone she wrote with scarlet lipstick on her mirror But words alone don't change hearts and she was infinitely unhappy cursed doomed All the boys and men said yes to her but her brother still said no
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"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would say but the wound would be already open She would close her eyes squint them poke her tongue out and shake her head "Sorry." She liked to bite couldn't help it "You're gonna kill somebody one day. Bleed 'em to death or something." "Sorry, sorry." but some people some girls are just impossible to stay mad at Despite her words there was no remorse for opening the wound no remorse for licking it making it bigger with her tongue And no remorse for sucking the blood out of it She never swallowed Just swirled it around her mouth, loving the saltiness and the taste of metal, and then let it drip down her chin She was arguably one of the greatest among the great ones
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You don't need the employee of the month badge to know that you're it He knew he was it The other day he asked the girl who called whether she had any family She said no "And I don't want any. I don't want to hurt them with my going away. So it's better that they don't exist." She sounded so tired, so drowsy, so helpless He started tearing up and told her. "If you do it... If you do it then I'm gonna cry. I will remember you. I will never forget you. I will be the family you're leaving behind if you go. You will leave me in great pain, I tell you that. In great pain! I will cry every day and... and please don't do it. Please let's talk about it. I'm here for you. Let's talk. Please." He was crying into the receiver And the response was a loud bang from the other side. It was over. The caller was gone He hung up wiped his tears and awaited the next caller There was no win or fail in this job but still he did a fine work He smiled to himself
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Run wild That was the motto Of course it didn’t address running wild in the streets and away from angry shopkeepers and the police and rival gangs and betrayed friends It all starts with a run from responsibility, evading reality “Think you can live like that?” father had said. “Go ahead and try. C’mon, not like you’re of any use round here. Go!” He went and the years have passed and he was never missed But tonight he would return with a couple of friends some rope and a few sharp objects A dim light was flickering in the kitchen meaning the old man would be at the table with a belly heavy with drink and a head light with fumes So not much changed "Well, let's go."
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Yeah, there were those times when he talked with grandma about God and she told him what a horrible place hell is "You suffer every day but can't die." "Every day?" "Every day. And can't die. Only suffer!" Grandma had four years of schooling to her life She didn't consider the possibility of getting used to the suffering If it happens daily and you don't die... well. Hell therefore is not pain It is monotony Today he had 18 years of schooling and 10 of working a dead-end office job He was accredited to define hell Hell was monotony Doing the same thing over and over and over again for the rest of eternity That was hell And maybe grandma would've agreed maybe not But there was one thing he remembered about hell. Something he'd heard from his mother back in the day she'd quit chemotherapy to save the money for his college "The way out is one smile away!" she'd said Yeah. The way out. He stood left his cubicle went into the bathroom took out the razor blade from his pocket and slashed from the corners of his lips all the way to the ears deep And again There it was. An avalanche of feeling. So much feeling! He dipped his fingers into the blood and drew a smiling face on the mirror One smile away! He shook with laughter and adrenaline. There was so much to feel! He laughed for a full seven minutes. And then returned to his cubicle and resumed work The others were too deep in hell to notice him or the trail he left behind
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the woman smiled at him and showed her legs from beneath a white coat She was close to his face Stretched on the label of the rubbing alcohol bottle 70% alcohol He liked this woman because her smile never faded and she was always inviting "Oh, if you insist," he said and made an effort to push himself away from the moldy pillow and stand He grabbed the bottle added some water stirred held his breath and drank The words "I love you," came from his mouth enveloped in thick steam and there was a brutal growl in his guts but none of that mattered. The woman was still smiling at him, still lovely
Daydreaming as a profession 