there are many reasons a woman can say her final goodbye to you and somehow they all feel different He supposed the worst of all had to be when her final goodbye is influenced by another man made sense but that wasn't his case Also he was too drunk to think straight now. And in too much pain “It's the final goodbye,” she had said. “You chose the bottle over me, now live with the bottle. Goodbye.” Goddammit, this really hurt His dick was only getting harder and more blue stuck in the mouth of the bottle Yet still, through all the pain and the dizziness he reached for the phone and called her. He said, “Hey, I just want you to know that… It was you I had in mind when I did it. I did it while thinking of you, love.” She hung up
Love letter by Bogdan Dragos

Usually it was after the second pack of smokes that inspiration came into his soul but today it came after the second cigarette And when inspiration hit he'd grab the paper and pen and write letters old style He was a romantic My love, he wrote, this is the 272nd letter I write you, and its subject will be the idea of impossibility. I think impossibility is highly subjective, my love. I for one can climb Mount Everest in my shorts if I want to, but one thing I'll never ever do is get over you. I dream you every night. Every. Damn. Night. And I wake up and grab the dress you left behind and I wrap its strap around my penis like one of those rubber rings meant to make you last super long. I've been doing it for… a long time, love. Believe me…
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cat shaking the paw
She could say it if she wanted to but the words would carry no weight behind them like a cat shaking the paw with you and not understanding the real meaning behind the gesture so was her every “I love you.” Enough to make an old boy cry but he preferred suicide Needless to say her response was “Meh.”
no country for romantic men
and the few survivors who couldn’t fight were lined up along with the civilians and shot or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers And dogs were trained to tear them to shreds and the ground became black with their soaked blood and over the next few days a carpet of butterflies gathered on top of it “It’s beautiful,” he said She didn’t pay attention. Was too busy removing golden teeth from a severed head she held in her lap. “Dammit, whoever made these implants did too good a job. I’ve to take ‘em with gums, alright. Look, my knife keeps slipping.” “Stab his eyes please,” he said “What? Why?” “Because he’s looking at us. I can’t stand it.” “Jeez, you’re such a pussy.” She quickly stabbed the blade into the head’s eyes one after the other. “Better?” “Whatever,” he said. “Just hurry up and pull those teeth.” “I’m trying. If I had better tools though…” He was silent for a long time and then he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, so… now that this shitty war is over… like, what are you gonna do with your life?” “I don’t know,” she said. “Get myself a few gold teeth as extra spoils and go back home. My mom wants me to marry this fat guy from the neighboring village. I probably will then I’ll shit him out a few kids and… well, grow old and die, I guess.” “What? Is that it? That’s all?” She looked at him with a grin. “Hey, don’t worry, you’re still getting some. Just wait until tonight, okay?” “Dammit, that’s not what the heck I meant. I meant… you know, there’s gotta be more to life than just… just getting married, making kids, and dying.” “Really? Well, what are you gonna do then?” “I’m… gonna write. About it all. The war and… everything.” “Write? Like, a book? A story?” “Yeah. It’s been my dream since before the war started. Now I’ve the experience to write about.” “Bullshit experience,” she said. “Who in the fuck d’you think will wanna read that? What’s the story gonna say? How you killed the enemy? Poisoned their wells? Raped their women and enslaved their children? Stuck twigs down the dick holes of prisoners and broke them inside for fun?” “Hey, I never did any of that.” “But you were there when the others did it. And did nothing to stop them. It counts as--” “Fuck! Okay, you’re right. Writing a book about this would be a terrible idea. Thanks.” “Shit, look, I got one. This is solid gold. Two more to go.” He sighed. “Listen…” “Yeah?” “About that marriage of yours…” “Yeah? What about it?” “Well, let’s just say… I mean, you know…” “Fuckin’ spit it out already!” “Don’t marry that fat guy from the neighboring village! Fuck, I said it.” “Oh? And marry you instead?” “Well…” “Y’know, the fat guy from the neighboring village is the son of a fairly rich butcher. Family business. And you… Your father’s the drunk who hung himself to avoid paying back his debts. You see the conflict here, I hope.” “So all you care about is money?” “Why wouldn’t I care about money? I want to live good, thank you very much. This is the real world, not some romantic story. Wake up. I gotta make the rational decision.” “I thought we had… something.” “Yeah, we fucked a few times cuz’ there was nothing better to do. And we’ll fuck again tonight, sure. But that don’t mean we’re lovers now. Look, you’re a nice guy. I’m sure you’ll find love back at home. You don’t need a bitch like me. I mean, if you think I’m not gonna screw other guys behind my husband’s back, you’re seriously trippin, boy. So think about it, that could’ve been you. Would you want that?” “No, I suppose not.” “Good. Well then, let’s get these teeth and go have some ale. It’s on me.” She stood and with her hand soiled with blood she reached out and pinched his cheek and stretched it to force a smile on his face. “C’mon, cheer up, damn you! We still have a life ahead of us. Let’s fuckin’ live it.” “Yeah… let’s.”
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guess we’re both crazy after all
"It's not that it was the worst but it was very bad," the old man said. "I wasn't hanging but the noose was so thick around my frail neck. I was nine. And the forest was dark. Night. And holding me, they made my old man dig a deep hole. He did as they said to buy my freedom. They untied me then and put the rope around my old man's arms and legs and threw him in the hole and covered him up with dirt. They didn't make me watch. But I did. I wanted to photograph their faces with my eyes to burn their smirks under my eyelids. Well, the saddest thing about it all is that they died, all of them were caught and condemned to death before I was old enough or strong enough to hunt down and kill them myself. The greatest regret of my life. The world, you see, has no true justice It never had. You see, young man, that's why I can never be a child of God. He wants us all to forgive. I can't. Don't want. Will not. Ever. So instead of going to church I pass out in bars like this one. It's been my favorite lately And you're my only friend, young man. You're the only one weird enough to listen to this old, demented fool's stories." "I'll always listen," I said. "Here, how about another drink?" "Another drink, sure. Thanks. But I'm afraid you won't be listening to these stories for long. I'm going away, young man." "Where?" "Well, to court first and then definitely to prison." "To prison at your age? What did you do?" The old man smiled a toothless smile. "Old as I am, I used to have front teeth, you know? Well, the reason I no longer have them... I bit a child's ear off. It was his face. It reminded me of them. Belonged to the same race. So I figured... you know, maybe he was one of their descendants. It was the least I could do. All I could do... I told you I'm crazy. I told everyone." "Yep, but I'm listening. I'm a writer..." "Really?" "No, but I try to be. Want to." "Heh, guess we're both crazy after all. Cheers."
