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12:49pm. SEPTEMBER!!!!!!!!! says the calendar. his hands shake too much when he tries to turn the page. there's a bad picture there. stomach hurts even looking at it. knowing. knowing it's there. it's there under the skin of last month. the bad picture. bad picture. bad picture.
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The club is a witchcraft ritual, people in the dark dancing around a circle to music usually on a substance barely coherent chanting words. Men tricking women with the presentation of having money/resources, women tricking men with looks that change when the lights come on both casting spells on the other
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.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.。*゚+
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oh christ. dreaded question, but hes been practicing the answer.
"um. I don't know. I like, uh. bugs. my little pony-- gen. four. candy. I like uh... pigeons. mice. that kinda stuff."
anxious clawing at the back of his neck; pressure of needing to feel RELATABLE, and talk
CORRECTLY about CORRECT things. might've fucked up when the MICE came up but it's fine. yeah. alright.
he stares at the livestock instead, swallowing.
"unless. I mean. if you mean magic it's like. I don't know. I guess. it's like.. it's a-lot. not this shit though. cows."
walmart egg roll grease smeared on your picture. spiritual chopping block. face hovers inches from slimy symbols of spit n blood.
[ hesitant, he forces past an anxious swell of nausea to return the gesture BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT A NORMAL MAN would do and he is a NORMAL MAN today.
and fallen too, in a way. much shorter distance. never quite made it to any sliver of 'paradise' even if he was on his way. ] --
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lulled out by a shiny moon and an itch he can't scratch. outskirts of town, poking through litter with bare hands.
air's bloated with a sticky feeling of 'something's gonna happen' and it's that or the 5g buzzing thru the powerlines. hard to tell.














