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Miriam Marcus struggles up out of bed. She's caught up in blankets and clothing, stuck with a foot in the sheets. Coffee smell. Pungent, slightly sweet, it pulls her by her shoulders, with its body to the door. Then, sharp and deep, scents of a trashcan floating chicken in its own juice punch her in the nose. In the hall, lights flicker. In front, on the couches, bodies pile up, pile over the room. Get caffeine. Dodge the food spoiling happy on tables, counters, and do what you do as you do. Every day. What's wrong? Short. Succinct. Acute. I never even wanted this picture. (You did!) First smell is a fragrance soft to my nose. (Sour cream.) Will I be number 6 in this two bedroom forever? Will I lose my job? (Probably.) What's wrong? Short. Succinct. Acute. I never even wanted this picture. (You did!) You wanted this medication, baby. You can't tell me different, though you could try. ***** why you gonna waste my time? I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to catch up. While you play twenties in your thirties I urge your image using only raw throated screams, always unseen behind your head in floating, incorporeal code! And it kills that I can't know (Pour coffee.) if she'll catch up! (Ignore it.) I'll chew her heart into chunks, (Work day.) just let me! I'll eviscerate her, devour her and **** her out into a self made five mile hole in the lonely woods! Just let me.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
ZeroNine
"Sour Cream (Miriam's Song)"
Miriam Marcus struggles up out of bed. She's caught up in blankets and clothing, stuck with a foot in the sheets. Coffee smell. Pungent, slightly sweet, it pulls her by her shoulders, with its body to the door. Then, sharp and deep, scents of a trashcan floating chicken in its own juice punch her in the nose. In the hall, lights flicker. In front, on the couches, bodies pile up, pile over the room. Get caffeine. Dodge the food spoiling happy on tables, counters, and do what you do as you do. Every day. What's wrong? Short. Succinct. Acute. I never even wanted this picture. (You did!) First smell is a fragrance soft to my nose. (Sour cream.) Will I be number 6 in this two bedroom forever? Will I lose my job? (Probably.) What's wrong? Short. Succinct. Acute. I never even wanted this picture. (You did!) You wanted this medication, baby. You can't tell me different, though you could try. ***** why you gonna waste my time? I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to catch up. While you play twenties in your thirties I urge your image using only raw throated screams, always unseen behind your head in floating, incorporeal code! And it kills that I can't know (Pour coffee.) if she'll catch up! (Ignore it.) I'll chew her heart into chunks, (Work day.) just let me! I'll eviscerate her, devour her and **** her out into a self made five mile hole in the lonely woods! Just let me.
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I counted back from ten inside my head whising you were still laying in my bed She smiled at the stars like they knew all her darkest secrets and all the hopeless kids on the street laughed at me because deep down inside we all knew the universe didn't Being reckless became a part of my life somtimes my hair was navy blue and other days it was black I loved the smell of danger and I liked being afraid I wish we could start all over again we would lay down together surounded by pink flowers and a ***** mind You could never keep your mouth shut or say something positive this boy hated the world and everyone in it except for me and thats why I felt like the most special person in the world whenever I was near him.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
BelleVictoria
all the hopeless kids
I counted back from ten inside my head whising you were still laying in my bed She smiled at the stars like they knew all her darkest secrets and all the hopeless kids on the street laughed at me because deep down inside we all knew the universe didn't Being reckless became a part of my life somtimes my hair was navy blue and other days it was black I loved the smell of danger and I liked being afraid I wish we could start all over again we would lay down together surounded by pink flowers and a ***** mind You could never keep your mouth shut or say something positive this boy hated the world and everyone in it except for me and thats why I felt like the most special person in the world whenever I was near him.
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