She's waiting for a bus. I'm waiting for something I can't recall. This lady: she walks up to me. Stares for a second. Her hair freshly primped and her body wrapped in a dark trenchcoat. It'd rained today. Everything is still wet and nice. The air is soft against my face. There's a red umbrella in her hand and her weight's resting on her ( Read more... )

001. I am irrational and moody.


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"Darling," she began emphatically. "Why on Earth would you mix the mashed potatoes with lemon juice ( Read more... )

Delete, delete, delete. Frustration abounds. Completely listless? Doesn't feel like it. Then why does it seem like it? Complexities of the human psyche are categorized into my Piss-Off files. Quaint, no? Livid, yes. I.Hate.Stuff. True story. But told with an overly emphatic voice. And gestural imaging. Can't forget that. Speed up, ( Read more... )