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satisfaction guaranteedIt was rather ironic that his shirt read satisfaction guaranteed because I was not satisfied. Far from it, in fact the reality was I was laughing uncontrollably to keep from crying. He was sweating profusely, large beads drilled down his forehead before getting lost in his somewhat thick facial hair, only to appear again in slow but steady dribbled that would finally find a resting place over top of the second "i" in satisfied. The conversation wasn't cohesive, it was word vomit, both spontaneous and vile, as the words passed quickly over the metal barbell in his tongue and caressed the yellow stains on his crooked teeth. I wanted him to leavsatisfaction guaranteed
by ~abandonedpyro
shake it off. please.I shouldn't drive late at night.shake it off. please.
No not after this,
the urge is too strong.
It's a desperate
urge.
No one would notice,
its to early and
yet still to late
for bystanders,
for accidents,
for witnesses,
for traffic lights to change.
This would be on purpose,
no one would even notice
not till morning at least
and it would be so easy to just push
the pedal.
by ~abandonedpyro
SpeechlessSpeechless I was twelve years-nine months-two weeks-three days old when I said my first word and twelve years-nine months-two weeks-four days old when I said my last. It was dinnertime and we were all seated at the table, both mother and father at opposite ends. Eugene sat across from me recalling his day in such detail that it resembled a novel rather than a simple answer to the same evening question “How was your day?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He always had a lot to say. I didn’t listen but counted the syllablesSpeechless
by ~abandonedpyro
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act vTwelve people once lived in the house on King St. A mother, a father, their five children, a forgotten uncle, and four others.act v
On the thirtieth anniversary of the marriage of the mother and father, the father presented the mother with a beautiful diamond ring. She slipped the diamond ring on, and they continued on eating profusely. Two weeks later, she died; her organs eaten away by some bacteria living on the duck she consumed that was not well done enough. The chef decided he wanted to leave early that night and hurry up the orders.
Eleven people lived in the house on King St.
by ~fro100200
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