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Looking out the window with the grey haze painted across my body,
and the shadow ripples of the rain water slipping off the glass,
slips onto my dreary figure staring out into the rain,
i am slightly gagging at this insipid taste you have left in my mouth,
the clock ticks thoughout the house as its sound is blended in to the raining beating on the roof,
and the sound of liquid fairys slapping on the front porch..
its quiet in the house from dire squables being put to rest with moments of bitter silence,
just a light shower that blankets the air and drenches the tree standing firmly in the yard,
as tired birds take residence under its leaves quavering their wings to shake off the rain,
then i spot the rusted pertrified shovel lying in the yard from long past but still put off lawn chores,
before you started staring at me with that ambiguous look while sitting shamefully on the cowch from
our small quandary's.
"Maybe you can just go to one of your day spa's and let it all out while taking a mud bath with
quecumber shavings pressed against your stained eyes from what i accidently said to you,"
"better yet"...
"I have got an idea," with the idea brought to mind i franticly rush across the house disembarking my clothes,
as you look at me with that same mixed emotion look, appalled at my boldness to finally break the cold silence,
"i'm going to have fun and learn how to get over things, i suggest you do the same,"
and with that and half my clothes off i ran out the door into the solice shower of nature,
I stretch my arms out and look up to the sky as if i'm looking up at somone very tall and about to hug that person,
then it brings to mind one of my fav. movies where the guy escapes from prison and does that exact same pose,
sorta the same kinda feelings running threw my mind right now,
either you get up and escape the cluthes of a bad situation or you just stay and wallow in it,
i grab the shovel and dig a mud hole in my yard as the rain beats off my back and massages it,
exhausted and sighing with releif while throwing the shovel away i am satisfied with what i accomplished,
a pit of mud gathering up water...
i dejectedly throw myself into the pit and just sit back and let the rain hit my forehead,
the sounds of it hitting and the sounds of birds chirping that peirces throw the rain wails in
the back of the desolate caves of my mind creating a beautiful crescendo.
i just lay my head back while sitting in the puddle and absorb every measure of there ensemble of
creative music.
Then i see curiousity has impelled you to see what is all the comotion about,
a cloudy glimpse of you looking threw the window makes me laugh,
you remind me of a shy kid wanting to come play with the other kids on the playground,
i motion my hand to you calling you out with me, then the figure in the window disapears and the
front door opens, i see you trudging threw the rain while smiling and not caring that you got your
clothes wet, you see me comfortable inside my bubbleling brown cavity i have built in this earth,
you slip inside a ditch as i run to go pick you up, shocked to see you laughing hystericly, you
tell me you are sorry, and i put my finger over your silken lips and say there is no need for that,
lets just revel underneathe the tears of god, and dance as liquid diamonds fall around us,
i look at you and you do the same, your make-up is smeared, then we laugh again and hug, like your
make-up, our petty grudges seem to fade away underneathe the rain...
and the shadow ripples of the rain water slipping off the glass,
slips onto my dreary figure staring out into the rain,
i am slightly gagging at this insipid taste you have left in my mouth,
the clock ticks thoughout the house as its sound is blended in to the raining beating on the roof,
and the sound of liquid fairys slapping on the front porch..
its quiet in the house from dire squables being put to rest with moments of bitter silence,
just a light shower that blankets the air and drenches the tree standing firmly in the yard,
as tired birds take residence under its leaves quavering their wings to shake off the rain,
then i spot the rusted pertrified shovel lying in the yard from long past but still put off lawn chores,
before you started staring at me with that ambiguous look while sitting shamefully on the cowch from
our small quandary's.
"Maybe you can just go to one of your day spa's and let it all out while taking a mud bath with
quecumber shavings pressed against your stained eyes from what i accidently said to you,"
"better yet"...
"I have got an idea," with the idea brought to mind i franticly rush across the house disembarking my clothes,
as you look at me with that same mixed emotion look, appalled at my boldness to finally break the cold silence,
"i'm going to have fun and learn how to get over things, i suggest you do the same,"
and with that and half my clothes off i ran out the door into the solice shower of nature,
I stretch my arms out and look up to the sky as if i'm looking up at somone very tall and about to hug that person,
then it brings to mind one of my fav. movies where the guy escapes from prison and does that exact same pose,
sorta the same kinda feelings running threw my mind right now,
either you get up and escape the cluthes of a bad situation or you just stay and wallow in it,
i grab the shovel and dig a mud hole in my yard as the rain beats off my back and massages it,
exhausted and sighing with releif while throwing the shovel away i am satisfied with what i accomplished,
a pit of mud gathering up water...
i dejectedly throw myself into the pit and just sit back and let the rain hit my forehead,
the sounds of it hitting and the sounds of birds chirping that peirces throw the rain wails in
the back of the desolate caves of my mind creating a beautiful crescendo.
i just lay my head back while sitting in the puddle and absorb every measure of there ensemble of
creative music.
Then i see curiousity has impelled you to see what is all the comotion about,
a cloudy glimpse of you looking threw the window makes me laugh,
you remind me of a shy kid wanting to come play with the other kids on the playground,
i motion my hand to you calling you out with me, then the figure in the window disapears and the
front door opens, i see you trudging threw the rain while smiling and not caring that you got your
clothes wet, you see me comfortable inside my bubbleling brown cavity i have built in this earth,
you slip inside a ditch as i run to go pick you up, shocked to see you laughing hystericly, you
tell me you are sorry, and i put my finger over your silken lips and say there is no need for that,
lets just revel underneathe the tears of god, and dance as liquid diamonds fall around us,
i look at you and you do the same, your make-up is smeared, then we laugh again and hug, like your
make-up, our petty grudges seem to fade away underneathe the rain...
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“I know you hate me right now, but please touch me.”
“My cat died this morning. Was that touching enough?”
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Chapter 12 - The Guidebook of Non-Transformation
After my...meltdown (for lack of a better word), Seth called Joel and he showed up within the hour to check up on me. I thought it was going to be something really complicated, but he only checked my heart rate, which was kind of strange since I essentially turned into a monster.
“When did you take your pill?” Joel asked.
“Uh...” Why did I not pay attention to the time when playing on the Nancod? Way to go, Mario.
“I think it was around eleven-ish,” Seth replied.
“Okay, make a note of that.” Joel took out a small flashlight from his beige shi
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Bathe or Breathe -28-
BoB -28-
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[Her shoes had to be near the fireplace. She spotted them, and slipped them on bare. She heard rustling and padding in the other room. Rod was likely getting on with his morning as the Madame. Name creaked the damned heavy door, looked at the ornate office one last time, and closed it. She walked the path to the elevator.”]
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song: Dorothy “Missile”
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At the room, the regret hit hard.
[Name] scratched her scalp, in the shower…it hurt quite a bit. Instead of scalping oneself it’s better to focus on cleaning the hair.
What an idiotic move. Best way to leave a place is not leave a
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i love rain, though i see it rarely. it washes everything away... even if only temporarily. i loved this.