she slid out of that short
skirt and
removed the panties as well
and hopped on the bed
and took off her shirt
and bra
then assumed the lotus
position and
very calmly said, "You got like…
a needle and some rubbing alcohol?"
"Um, what for?" he asked
She looked him
in the eyes. "I want you to
watch me pierce my
nipples. I've some cute rings
I want to see shining in 'em.
So, you down for it?"
He was silent for a long
time. Just staring
at her tits. "Um… I'm out of rubbing
alcohol. Will some
vodka do?"
"It won't be nearly as
good," she said, "but hell,
let's give it a shot."
His mind was already ablaze with
images of her
being his wife
the phone rang at 03:08
unknown number
Well, the bleeding wound
on his forehead prevented him
from sleeping anyway
He picked up
"Yeah?"
"Hey," a girl's voice said. "Are
you the guy who
has a thing for crazy girls fresh out
of the psych ward?"
"What?"
"Am I speaking to the guy who's
very much into dating
sexy girls with mental issues that
other guys refer to as red flags?"
"Who is this?" he asked
"Oh no, this is not
about me. I just wanted to
introduce you to my sister. I think she
fits the bill quite perfectly
with you. What do you say?"
He sighed. "Tell her I'll call back
once my current girlfriend
breaks up with me. I hope she's patient. It'll
take a good couple of hours. Bye."
He hung up
standing naked on the wide window sill she struck a match and lit her cigarette and dragged deep listening to the tobacco sizzling inside and giving up smoke “It's not some special gift,” she says. “I don't hear things that others can't hear. It's just awareness. Being aware of the things others hear but never notice.” “Damn,” he said from the reflection in the window pane. “So everyone else is haunted. They hear and see it, but they just lack the awareness to acknowledge it?” She put her head against the glass and exhaled smoke on his reflection, painting his barb-wire limbs gray. Her good eye fixed on his snake head with a wet feather for tongue. She said, “That's right, love. Now, how about we go and set fire to a fire station?” “How will it be different from last time?” he asked She laughed. “It won't be. And…
time flies differently when you stand alone in a room and think about the past with regret Pigeons with glass shards in their wings, reflecting sunlight in their fall. That's how time moves lately “It's gotta be a long time ago,” he said. “I know it's gotta be a long time ago because the times I've thought about it were so damn numerous. I was just... Just walking back home when I saw her. On the side of the road, covered by her black hooded jacket. Black stockings on slim legs. In high, black boots with elevated soles. Her face totally concealed by the shade of the hood. Yet as I passed by her I saw the paleness of her features. Big eyes locked with mine. A cold snap in my very soul. I just... kept going. Too afraid to even look back. And the more I walked ahead and…
Yes, there's intimacy
and then there's the times you
get naked and drunk
and cuddle in bed
and tell each other things you'd never
tell sober
“Last time I got so drunk,” she
said, “I got my hands on
a poster with
a missing child and called the
number
and got under the blanket with
the phone,
started crying and said,
'Daddy, daddy, I miss youuu!”
It fucked up the guy who answered
the phone but... my crying
was genuine.
I really felt everything I've said.”
He just laughed
and hugged
her tighter
There would be no closer intimacy
than this
the door opened suddenly and it hit the poor dog who scowled and got out of the way before the woman entered "Oh, for fuck's sake!” she shouted Her hands were busy with shopping bags. They looked heavy and she looked tired and quite pissed and grew even more pissed when she laid eyes on her husband, in the living room, sprawled on the couch, buried under cigarette ashes and empty beer cans The house smelled of singed hairs from his knuckles and arms. Even burnt skin and clothes The small holes in his shorts looked like crawling cockroaches fighting over the crumbs in his lap He greeted his wife with a deep belching sound and closed his eyes "What the hell you doing?” she yelled, loud enough to make him open his eyes "Dying,” he said "What?” "Dying.” "Listen here, you piece of shit, I left the house hours…
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