A drop in the pond of life - #32
Brown and stained, her newest shirt was already becoming a relic. She starved for the attention of her sibling, who was only seconds away from the trivial travel back to Carnagra Falls.
She brushed more dirt into her shirt and onto the sofa pillow. She bellowed and howled and felt blood rush to her head. She thought of Jesus and Allah and began to believe that they were bullshit. Nobody would challenge her on this. She smashed a cock roach and relieved herself in front of the dining hall window. Onlookers gazed but said nothing. She pinched back the fear and heard a speed guitar in her lobes.
The desert pushed forward to give her the appetite for dessert and she spun a dream web to the tune of Three's Company. She could be strong. She felt the emotion of wholesomeness and put her feet up on a clean stool. A cool breeze wafted in from what she deemed to be a cool, salty sea and the pitch swooped low. She cowered beneath the wooden cabinet hedges and growled a chant at the telly. She then clammed up and took psychic swipe at your morals. You couldn't have stopped her if you wanted to.
A train rolled by and picked up about 20 or so people from the platform and performed a "stop and go" as the call it. Her eyes spun erratically and she couldn't grasp the concept as a slow drum beat defeated her rationality. She broke out in a final sweat and smeared the remainder of the dirt on her forearms, now pulsating electric life magma into the ionosphere of her aura. A particular blackened pulse, still containing small amounts of nitro, washed to the base of her feet where she saw Alexander the Great smiling up at her with placid eyes and the general iconic appearance of the Artist formerly known as Prince. She squirmed into the shape of a lemon and absorbed the entire scene all at once, a feat normally reserved for the authority. Today she thought she was the authority, and therefore was. This is a simple breakthrough and the cycle stops.
Sister Orchid calls and is at the location safely. The rational mind returns and the understood realms are again realized. It was now clear why the others are not considered in order that this place runs smoothly.
A nice ice cream puts the finishing touches on a hurtful day.
She brushed more dirt into her shirt and onto the sofa pillow. She bellowed and howled and felt blood rush to her head. She thought of Jesus and Allah and began to believe that they were bullshit. Nobody would challenge her on this. She smashed a cock roach and relieved herself in front of the dining hall window. Onlookers gazed but said nothing. She pinched back the fear and heard a speed guitar in her lobes.
The desert pushed forward to give her the appetite for dessert and she spun a dream web to the tune of Three's Company. She could be strong. She felt the emotion of wholesomeness and put her feet up on a clean stool. A cool breeze wafted in from what she deemed to be a cool, salty sea and the pitch swooped low. She cowered beneath the wooden cabinet hedges and growled a chant at the telly. She then clammed up and took psychic swipe at your morals. You couldn't have stopped her if you wanted to.
A train rolled by and picked up about 20 or so people from the platform and performed a "stop and go" as the call it. Her eyes spun erratically and she couldn't grasp the concept as a slow drum beat defeated her rationality. She broke out in a final sweat and smeared the remainder of the dirt on her forearms, now pulsating electric life magma into the ionosphere of her aura. A particular blackened pulse, still containing small amounts of nitro, washed to the base of her feet where she saw Alexander the Great smiling up at her with placid eyes and the general iconic appearance of the Artist formerly known as Prince. She squirmed into the shape of a lemon and absorbed the entire scene all at once, a feat normally reserved for the authority. Today she thought she was the authority, and therefore was. This is a simple breakthrough and the cycle stops.
Sister Orchid calls and is at the location safely. The rational mind returns and the understood realms are again realized. It was now clear why the others are not considered in order that this place runs smoothly.
A nice ice cream puts the finishing touches on a hurtful day.
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