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My Mom needed something from the store So I told her I’d walk up there for her and get it. We were barely getting by The two of us. She was living on a disability check And I was in between jobs Again So these little walks to the store were all I had. I got her some Epsom salts and was walking back Had just walked past the hardware store When a small, sleek, black, BMW pulled up next to me. To my surprise it was a chick A big titted redhead with pink sunglasses. There was something in her eyes When she peeked below the sunglasses I saw something in them that frightened me A voice inside was screaming at me Just keep walking Just keep walking But like a fool I ignored it And bent over the passenger seat In the convertible that smelled new. “How big is your **** The lady asked Her chest just heaving and jiggling With every breath she took And every word she spoke. “What?” “I said….how big is your **** “Ha ha!” I took a look around Expecting to see a hidden camera Or a film crew in a van across the street. There was no one No witnesses. I leaned back down “7 inches? Maybe 8? I don’t know lady, I haven’t measured my **** since the 11th grade!” The redhead took off the sunglasses completely and looked me up and down Those bright green eyes scanning me From my worn out Converse to my greasy pompadour on my head. It seemed like an eternity I got uncomfortable. Just standing there Squirming While the redheaded fox Kept inspecting me. “Okay. Get in. Hurry up.” I wasn’t even thinking Just reacting to it all. I’d always dreamed of this When I was walking down that Same old ************* street The only street that I ever saw Dreaming of A beautiful woman in a sports car. And now here she was. Here we were Driving down the street The breeze blowing in our hair She made an immediate right turn Onto a suburban side street. She parked in front of a house that was up for sale. Again she took off the sunglasses. “Let me see it.” She said, staring at my crotch. “Whoa, whoa, lady. What’s this all about?” “My husband and I…..we have certain…..tastes. Things we like, things we enjoy. He’s an older guy, so he likes to watch young guys **** me. I mean, just really give it to me good, make me scream. And of course after your services have been….rendered….you’ll be paid two-thousand dollars. Now do you think you can do that?” “Uh……I—I think so.” “Well, I need you to know so. And if you were bullshitting me, if that **** isn’t at least 7 inches, you can get out of the car right ******* now.” “No it is, it is.” “Well...” “Well...you gotta start my engine first—“ Before I could finish my cheesy line She was in the passenger seat Climbing on top of me. “Rip it open” She said looking down. I did as I was told And ripped the front of her blouse open The buttons flying in all directions Bouncing off the windows and rolling on the dashboard. Her two, round, fake, **** sprang out of the top Hitting me in the face As she rubbed them up and down And all around. She kissed me sloppily And then started in with that biting ******** She met my lip so hard It drew blood acting purely on reflex I grabbed her by the arms very hard And pulled her back from me Staring at her with those crazy, intense, eyes That I sometimes got when startled. “Oh…..” She said looking down, at the hard on in my Levi’s. “Alright. You wanna see the house?” She asked. I let go of her arms and she rolled off of me, hopping into the driver’s seat and starting the car up. She drove all the way to the edge of the city Where the Red Mountains in the east Meets the long winding road out of town And into the desert. It was a large ranch style mansion Decorated with cowboy themed **** The redhead parked the sports car in A massive garage Filled with dozen of rare and expensive automobiles . She told me to leave my plastic grocery bag of Epsom salts In the car She said I could get it later, when we were done. I followed her to an elevator at the back of the garage. We took it all the way down to the very bottom. Stepping out of the elevator I found myself in a large expansive grey room. The floors were concrete But they were shiny and slick Reminded me of the floor in the meat department At the job I had just lost. The room had a few beds in it Some custom built sets were erected all over the room An office, a jail cell, a medieval dungeon, a medical examination room, There were a lot these little sets built all over In the back of the room The corners Were pitch black and covered in darkness. I wondered what they had over there. “So what do we do?” I asked, fidgeting in my pants thumbing my switchblade stiletto in my right front pocket. “We have to wait for my husband to come down. I just texted him.” “Oh okay.” “You should take your clothes off and put this on.” The redhead said, taking a hospital gown from a hanger Next to the medical examination set. “….put that on and I’m gonna go get into character.” She said, walking behind a white privacy screen The old kind, like they used to have in doctor’s offices. I undressed myself and got into the hospital gown. I can’t say what it was exactly But I still had that real nervous feeling I couldn’t ignore it So for some reason I hid my switchblade on me. Put it in the waistband of my underwear. And that made me feel a little bit safer This whole thing was beyond belief I was never this lucky Something was rotten in Denmark I could feel it in my bones. But there was no backing out now I was riding this all the way No choice. I took a seat on the medical examination table The thin paper crunching loudly beneath my *** They had it down to the finest detail. Even the little slots with the Highlights magazines. I watched the black & white clock on the wall And it took them 28 minutes to finally come out The two of them together. The tall, beautiful, redhead and the rich old man. But they matched in an odd way His face was nearly the same color as her hair. A red faced, big nosed, drinker, I’ve seen that face a thousand times Ain’t no mistakin’ it. He had white hair all spiked up Like how young people have it And he wore nothing but gold All over himself. Gold necklace, full fists of rings, bracelets, I couldn’t ******* believe it I tried my best not to laugh I was snorting to myself The ********** had a Mercedes medallion around his neck Like Flavor Flav or something, it was that flamboyant. But the guy was like 70 years old None of it made any ******* sense. The florescent lighting above it did this thing where his eyes were so sunken in that it created these two black shadows where his eyes should’ve been just pitch black endlessly hollow and empty with a red face. Satan himself, covered in gold and diamonds. “What’s up?” He said, extending his well tanned, leathery claw. “Hey.” “Alright, so let’s not waste any time. Let’s get down to business? Huh?” “Yeah, sure.” I said. **** yeah! Let’s **** You wanna **** him baby?”
”Why do you think I got him? Hell, I almost ****** him on the way home.” “Did you now?” He said, looking over at me with this look I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or rage. “Alright, alright then.” The chick started to walk up the three little steps Of the examination table Her feet were pale as snow and her toes Shiny and red like a the paint job on a brand new Cadillac in 1956 I remember that. She climbed on top of me Started kissing me and Rubbing my **** Under the examination gown. From the corner of my eye I saw the husband moving over to the camera Which was setup a few feet away Looked to be hi-def **** She bit my lip again Really ******* hard Pulled a big chunk of skin off ********* I yelled. “What?” The husband shouted back. “He hates it when I bite him!” The redhead shouted with a smile blood on her lips, from mine. “Well, don’t take any **** son! If she does that again, you just give her a good smack!” “What?” “Yeah, don’t be timid boy! This ain’t ****** Sunday school! We’re ****** here!” She did it again And I wasn’t even thinking of what that old coot was yelling about I just hit her on principle. A good open handed smack across the cheek. “There ya ****** go! That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The old man threw his hands in the air And started doing this little dance it was the weirdest **** I had ever seen. The redhead grabbed my face with her hands Taking my eyes off the old man Who was now singing some song And shuffling around the floor. She looked right into my eyes Those mint colored eyes She whispered to me But I read her lips “I’m sorry.” And she pulled me in and kissed me Put my hands to her ******* And proceeded to kiss me Like a long lost love Not some guy off the street. And that’s the last thing I remember. Besides the ***** of the needle in my neck. Just her red hair hanging in my face The florescent light shining through. When I came to I was standing upright But I was strapped to a table My arms My legs My head Every part of me strapped down Tight. I wasn’t going anywhere This was that bad feeling I got when she looked at me. This was where it ended. Right now. They were both standing there Staring at me Smiling with drinks in their hands The cameras rolling They had multiple cameras setup Some 80’s techno playing from an iPod dock. “What? What are you gonna do?” I slurred, it was hard to talk. “I know, I’m sorry. Okay, look. We both agree that you probably are owed an explanation, I mean….these being your last moments and all…” The redhead interrupted, looking at me, like she had before There was love in her eyes “Honey…remember what I said? About how there are things that we like and things that we enjoy? I’m sorry, but this is what we like.” ***** I managed to choke out, just the sound of the words chilled my ******* blood. “Yeah. Hey…son, let me tell ya…we’re actually saving you a whole lot of heartache and disappointment. You weren’t gonna go anywhere, you weren’t going to accomplish anything. You’d work the same **** jobs, bouncing from one to the other, until you finally died of either ***** or drugs.” “It’s for the best, sweetie.” The redhead said. And I’d love to tell you that They left the room for a few minutes And I was able to free my hand Taking the switchblade From my underwear Cutting myself free Killing them both And cleaning out their safe’s cash and diamonds. But this was no movie. Well not the kind with a happy ending anyway. That’s when she walked over to the table And grabbed the knife. The song on the iPod changed And I instantly recognized it. It was the song. I never could explain why But as a boy This song would come on the radio This 80’s electro song And it always scared the **** out of me Turned my stomach I never knew why But now it all made sense. That song would be the last thing I ever heard. With the cameras rolling The redhead gave me one more kiss. I closed my eyes and pretended. I pretended that she was a girl that loved me That she was kissing me goodnight Sending me off with a smile. I just kept my eyes closed Squeezing them tight And I didn’t even feel the knife When she slit my throat right there In that slick, shiny, grey basement. It didn’t hurt I didn’t feel any pain. Just warmth. The blood flowing down the front of my neck and chest pure warmth sliding down me And I started to get light headed Everything getting dark Very quickly. I could hear my heartbeat In sync with a high-pitched ringing in my ears. The last thing I saw Was the redhead standing there Luckily the husband had his head behind the camera So I didn’t have his scary face as the last thing I ever saw. No It was the redhead And those mint green eyes. They never found my body. The couple put me through a wood chipper And fed my scraps to their dogs After slicing off my biceps for dinner that night. They went on doing this for years Picking up guys and girls from the streets who were down on their luck And wouldn’t be high profile missing persons. They acquired hundreds of DVD’s Selling these ***** films To their elite and powerful Friends in high places. But they justified it all. Surely I wouldn’t be missed. I didn’t have a mother Like they had a mother I didn’t laugh and love Like they did I was expendable Disposable Use once and discard. The rich eating the poor Blood meal for their insatiable & gruesome appetites. It’s okay though. I’m not mad or anything now. It’s just blackness A dreamless sleep I don’t even know how I’m telling you this But the worst part The thing I still think about the most Is my mother. And what she must of thought When her only son Went to the store for her Epsom salts And just never came back.
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
Take Your Life...I mean...Take My Wife
My Mom needed something from the store So I told her I’d walk up there for her and get it. We were barely getting by The two of us. She was living on a disability check And I was in between jobs Again So these little walks to the store were all I had. I got her some Epsom salts and was walking back Had just walked past the hardware store When a small, sleek, black, BMW pulled up next to me. To my surprise it was a chick A big titted redhead with pink sunglasses. There was something in her eyes When she peeked below the sunglasses I saw something in them that frightened me A voice inside was screaming at me Just keep walking Just keep walking But like a fool I ignored it And bent over the passenger seat In the convertible that smelled new. “How big is your **** The lady asked Her chest just heaving and jiggling With every breath she took And every word she spoke. “What?” “I said….how big is your **** “Ha ha!” I took a look around Expecting to see a hidden camera Or a film crew in a van across the street. There was no one No witnesses. I leaned back down “7 inches? Maybe 8? I don’t know lady, I haven’t measured my **** since the 11th grade!” The redhead took off the sunglasses completely and looked me up and down Those bright green eyes scanning me From my worn out Converse to my greasy pompadour on my head. It seemed like an eternity I got uncomfortable. Just standing there Squirming While the redheaded fox Kept inspecting me. “Okay. Get in. Hurry up.” I wasn’t even thinking Just reacting to it all. I’d always dreamed of this When I was walking down that Same old ************* street The only street that I ever saw Dreaming of A beautiful woman in a sports car. And now here she was. Here we were Driving down the street The breeze blowing in our hair She made an immediate right turn Onto a suburban side street. She parked in front of a house that was up for sale. Again she took off the sunglasses. “Let me see it.” She said, staring at my crotch. “Whoa, whoa, lady. What’s this all about?” “My husband and I…..we have certain…..tastes. Things we like, things we enjoy. He’s an older guy, so he likes to watch young guys **** me. I mean, just really give it to me good, make me scream. And of course after your services have been….rendered….you’ll be paid two-thousand dollars. Now do you think you can do that?” “Uh……I—I think so.” “Well, I need you to know so. And if you were bullshitting me, if that **** isn’t at least 7 inches, you can get out of the car right ******* now.” “No it is, it is.” “Well...” “Well...you gotta start my engine first—“ Before I could finish my cheesy line She was in the passenger seat Climbing on top of me. “Rip it open” She said looking down. I did as I was told And ripped the front of her blouse open The buttons flying in all directions Bouncing off the windows and rolling on the dashboard. Her two, round, fake, **** sprang out of the top Hitting me in the face As she rubbed them up and down And all around. She kissed me sloppily And then started in with that biting ******** She met my lip so hard It drew blood acting purely on reflex I grabbed her by the arms very hard And pulled her back from me Staring at her with those crazy, intense, eyes That I sometimes got when startled. “Oh…..” She said looking down, at the hard on in my Levi’s. “Alright. You wanna see the house?” She asked. I let go of her arms and she rolled off of me, hopping into the driver’s seat and starting the car up. She drove all the way to the edge of the city Where the Red Mountains in the east Meets the long winding road out of town And into the desert. It was a large ranch style mansion Decorated with cowboy themed **** The redhead parked the sports car in A massive garage Filled with dozen of rare and expensive automobiles . She told me to leave my plastic grocery bag of Epsom salts In the car She said I could get it later, when we were done. I followed her to an elevator at the back of the garage. We took it all the way down to the very bottom. Stepping out of the elevator I found myself in a large expansive grey room. The floors were concrete But they were shiny and slick Reminded me of the floor in the meat department At the job I had just lost. The room had a few beds in it Some custom built sets were erected all over the room An office, a jail cell, a medieval dungeon, a medical examination room, There were a lot these little sets built all over In the back of the room The corners Were pitch black and covered in darkness. I wondered what they had over there. “So what do we do?” I asked, fidgeting in my pants thumbing my switchblade stiletto in my right front pocket. “We have to wait for my husband to come down. I just texted him.” “Oh okay.” “You should take your clothes off and put this on.” The redhead said, taking a hospital gown from a hanger Next to the medical examination set. “….put that on and I’m gonna go get into character.” She said, walking behind a white privacy screen The old kind, like they used to have in doctor’s offices. I undressed myself and got into the hospital gown. I can’t say what it was exactly But I still had that real nervous feeling I couldn’t ignore it So for some reason I hid my switchblade on me. Put it in the waistband of my underwear. And that made me feel a little bit safer This whole thing was beyond belief I was never this lucky Something was rotten in Denmark I could feel it in my bones. But there was no backing out now I was riding this all the way No choice. I took a seat on the medical examination table The thin paper crunching loudly beneath my *** They had it down to the finest detail. Even the little slots with the Highlights magazines. I watched the black & white clock on the wall And it took them 28 minutes to finally come out The two of them together. The tall, beautiful, redhead and the rich old man. But they matched in an odd way His face was nearly the same color as her hair. A red faced, big nosed, drinker, I’ve seen that face a thousand times Ain’t no mistakin’ it. He had white hair all spiked up Like how young people have it And he wore nothing but gold All over himself. Gold necklace, full fists of rings, bracelets, I couldn’t ******* believe it I tried my best not to laugh I was snorting to myself The ********** had a Mercedes medallion around his neck Like Flavor Flav or something, it was that flamboyant. But the guy was like 70 years old None of it made any ******* sense. The florescent lighting above it did this thing where his eyes were so sunken in that it created these two black shadows where his eyes should’ve been just pitch black endlessly hollow and empty with a red face. Satan himself, covered in gold and diamonds. “What’s up?” He said, extending his well tanned, leathery claw. “Hey.” “Alright, so let’s not waste any time. Let’s get down to business? Huh?” “Yeah, sure.” I said. **** yeah! Let’s **** You wanna **** him baby?”
”Why do you think I got him? Hell, I almost ****** him on the way home.” “Did you now?” He said, looking over at me with this look I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or rage. “Alright, alright then.” The chick started to walk up the three little steps Of the examination table Her feet were pale as snow and her toes Shiny and red like a the paint job on a brand new Cadillac in 1956 I remember that. She climbed on top of me Started kissing me and Rubbing my **** Under the examination gown. From the corner of my eye I saw the husband moving over to the camera Which was setup a few feet away Looked to be hi-def **** She bit my lip again Really ******* hard Pulled a big chunk of skin off ********* I yelled. “What?” The husband shouted back. “He hates it when I bite him!” The redhead shouted with a smile blood on her lips, from mine. “Well, don’t take any **** son! If she does that again, you just give her a good smack!” “What?” “Yeah, don’t be timid boy! This ain’t ****** Sunday school! We’re ****** here!” She did it again And I wasn’t even thinking of what that old coot was yelling about I just hit her on principle. A good open handed smack across the cheek. “There ya ****** go! That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The old man threw his hands in the air And started doing this little dance it was the weirdest **** I had ever seen. The redhead grabbed my face with her hands Taking my eyes off the old man Who was now singing some song And shuffling around the floor. She looked right into my eyes Those mint colored eyes She whispered to me But I read her lips “I’m sorry.” And she pulled me in and kissed me Put my hands to her ******* And proceeded to kiss me Like a long lost love Not some guy off the street. And that’s the last thing I remember. Besides the ***** of the needle in my neck. Just her red hair hanging in my face The florescent light shining through. When I came to I was standing upright But I was strapped to a table My arms My legs My head Every part of me strapped down Tight. I wasn’t going anywhere This was that bad feeling I got when she looked at me. This was where it ended. Right now. They were both standing there Staring at me Smiling with drinks in their hands The cameras rolling They had multiple cameras setup Some 80’s techno playing from an iPod dock. “What? What are you gonna do?” I slurred, it was hard to talk. “I know, I’m sorry. Okay, look. We both agree that you probably are owed an explanation, I mean….these being your last moments and all…” The redhead interrupted, looking at me, like she had before There was love in her eyes “Honey…remember what I said? About how there are things that we like and things that we enjoy? I’m sorry, but this is what we like.” ***** I managed to choke out, just the sound of the words chilled my ******* blood. “Yeah. Hey…son, let me tell ya…we’re actually saving you a whole lot of heartache and disappointment. You weren’t gonna go anywhere, you weren’t going to accomplish anything. You’d work the same **** jobs, bouncing from one to the other, until you finally died of either ***** or drugs.” “It’s for the best, sweetie.” The redhead said. And I’d love to tell you that They left the room for a few minutes And I was able to free my hand Taking the switchblade From my underwear Cutting myself free Killing them both And cleaning out their safe’s cash and diamonds. But this was no movie. Well not the kind with a happy ending anyway. That’s when she walked over to the table And grabbed the knife. The song on the iPod changed And I instantly recognized it. It was the song. I never could explain why But as a boy This song would come on the radio This 80’s electro song And it always scared the **** out of me Turned my stomach I never knew why But now it all made sense. That song would be the last thing I ever heard. With the cameras rolling The redhead gave me one more kiss. I closed my eyes and pretended. I pretended that she was a girl that loved me That she was kissing me goodnight Sending me off with a smile. I just kept my eyes closed Squeezing them tight And I didn’t even feel the knife When she slit my throat right there In that slick, shiny, grey basement. It didn’t hurt I didn’t feel any pain. Just warmth. The blood flowing down the front of my neck and chest pure warmth sliding down me And I started to get light headed Everything getting dark Very quickly. I could hear my heartbeat In sync with a high-pitched ringing in my ears. The last thing I saw Was the redhead standing there Luckily the husband had his head behind the camera So I didn’t have his scary face as the last thing I ever saw. No It was the redhead And those mint green eyes. They never found my body. The couple put me through a wood chipper And fed my scraps to their dogs After slicing off my biceps for dinner that night. They went on doing this for years Picking up guys and girls from the streets who were down on their luck And wouldn’t be high profile missing persons. They acquired hundreds of DVD’s Selling these ***** films To their elite and powerful Friends in high places. But they justified it all. Surely I wouldn’t be missed. I didn’t have a mother Like they had a mother I didn’t laugh and love Like they did I was expendable Disposable Use once and discard. The rich eating the poor Blood meal for their insatiable & gruesome appetites. It’s okay though. I’m not mad or anything now. It’s just blackness A dreamless sleep I don’t even know how I’m telling you this But the worst part The thing I still think about the most Is my mother. And what she must of thought When her only son Went to the store for her Epsom salts And just never came back.
danny-valdez
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danny-valdez
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
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