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something about smartphone addiction
INOCENT with a single ‘N’
Some daughters love their fathers
a bit too much
and their mothers not enough
This father was a cop,
the type that deals with the nasty cases
and he often came home drunk.
Alcohol did help, he said
and drank some more on the couch
and sometimes drank until he passed out
she was thirteen, his daughter
and would constantly nag
him with questions
about work. He didn't wanna talk about work,
about the gruesome details of
it and all that, but edgy teenagers will be
edgy teenagers
She insisted
and he kept drinking and eventually
passed out on his side
She was excited
took his gun from the holster
and started studying it with passion
turning it on all sides, smelling it,
holding it close
to the face
and
BANG!
the bullet got her lower jaw
it was a bloody mess
and she was in pain and gagging on blood
and shards of bone and teeth
But...
to call for help right now
would be wrong.
The whole world would accuse daddy
and he had no fault. And mommy would
reopen the case and
have no problem gaining custody of her
Fuck! This was bad!
This was so bad!
And it was getting worse,
she felt it. Felt close to fainting. Father was still
on the couch. Passed out drunk.
She had to take matters into
her own hands. Shambled
into the kitchen
and grabbed the cutting board from
the table
and dipped a finger in her bloody mouth
and wrote with it on the cutting board
MY FAULT
DADDY INOCENT
(with a single 'N')
She went outside holding the cutting board
and knocked on
the neighbor's door.
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something about smartphone addiction
I liked her dad
He was an interesting guy
preached all day
long
about smartphone
addiction
while his daughter was on her
smartphone, ignoring
him
“A human life,” he was saying.
“Controlled by a piece
of plastic
with lights. A destiny
completely determined by
a machine
designed by corporations to become
god, to claim souls. How
blind, how utterly and
impossibly blind a whole generation
of human beings can be. To
willingly subject
themselves to slavery like
that. Their thumbs
and fingers always tap-tap-tapping
that screen
as if trying to break
their soul free from beyond. But
it never happens. You cannot
break a door
by merely knocking on it...”
“Whatever, dude,” said his daughter
with the phone before
her face
He shook his head and
then looked at me. This time
I too was looking
at my phone.
“I see she has corrupted you too,”
he said. “Shame. I was hoping
it could be
the other way around
just for once.”
I let the phone
down. “Me? Oh no, I was just
checking my e-mail. I've
sent some poems to
a bunch of publishers and
was hoping to
see a reply or something.”
“Hm, and is there any
reply?” he asked
“No,” I said
He nodded. “How about
a beer?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
empaths
these days a lot of
people call
themselves
empaths
They claim to be able
to feel what
other people
are feeling
and suffer with them
"I cheated on my boyfriend
with his brother," some
girl said,
“and being the empath
that I am
I started crying along
with him when he
found out. It's hard
being such
an empath."
And there was
the guy
who got into a bar
brawl and
knocked another guy's
teeth out
and held a hand to his
own mouth and made
pain noises
I guess he
was an empath too
If you have a
social media account
and don't describe yourself
as an empath
people will think you're some
kind of monster,
a psychopath, they'll compare
you with Hitler
Yeah, it's a good
reason not
to use social media
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making it big in a small world
other than
weirded
the fuck out
she didn’t know how
to feel about it
so she read the
words again
SO GLAD TO SEE YOU
ALIVE AND FINE,
LOVE!
ALWAYS KNEW MY DAUGHTER
WILL MAKE IT BIG IN
THIS SMALL WORLD.
LOVE,
DADDY
The words were written
with a black marker
on a $100 bill
that someone threw at
her in the
club
while she was
stripping on the pole
Could’ve been a shitty
prank
but $100 was a bit
too much to spend
for laughs
She tried to
remember the
faces of all the men
who gathered around
her and howled
as she did her number
but they were
simply too many
and too bland
Later that night
she asked the
management to remove
private lap dances
from her list of
services for a while
and
the request was denied
Well, when you make
it big
in a small world
you either carry the
weight of fame
on your shoulders or
get crushed
At least the
money bought a good
dinner for
her little daughter
and the two cats
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you okay with this?
“You can’t use cuss
words on
social media,” she informs
me
and I tell her
that I know
already
I found it
the hard way
they took down my
posts for
profane language
I thought
they were just words
on a digital paper
I never cursed nobody
The words were never
addressed to anyone
or anything
They were only the
words of
characters in my writings
It’s fiction
isn’t it?
Are you okay living in
a world
where literary fiction is
banned because
it uses bad language?
What the
fuck?
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the worst that can happen
few things can compare
to it
The feeling of
being alone
at your job
that feeling when
no customer
walks in
no boss
or supervisor
not even
colleagues
perfect
sweet
solitude
You hope that
it lasts
for
as long as
possible
until the shift
ends
The worst thing that
can happen is
to have
some random
wannabe influencer
step in and
approach you with their
phone
while filming and
asking stupid questions
or attempting to
prank
you
or simply trying to
pick up
a fight for
their social media
content
May God
of the Universe
or any other higher power
out there
protect us
from such beings
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