brendan_pr
08-13-2010, 10:23 PM
:flare:warning: adult themes:flare:
Emotions flutter through my flesh. I can feel my blood pumping, like a river of energy flowing through my veins. A steady beating in my right ear. Cold chest. Delirium, a feeling made stronger by my narrow view through rose coloured glasses. Poison flashes, Burroughs-esque crooked streets, sweaty feet, and an all too forgiving sense of nothingness. I have found the face looking back in the mirror, and it's smiling.
It is my understanding that I am a very selfish man. My physician assures me that my violent thoughts are getting much easier to repress. Making my days smoother, and my interactions with others a more 'telling' experience. It's not something I like to think about. Gradually, it turns into quick glances of shapes, leading into something more 'sinister'. It's a deep confusion, but something that I feel I have a hold of. Nothing like the dolled up Hollywood bull****, the real stuff is a different league of it's own. Shadows in the corner of the eye is how it starts.
Night. Nothing like the smell of city life, hardly see ten feet in front of you. Cabs pass in and out of view. Smog rolls through a gilded fence. I'd seen the man before. An old acquaintance. Tall, lanky, junkie. We could have been twins.
"Get out while you can," shouts the man. Standing three feet from my face, wild eyed.
"Look, I have called him up. He's not talking," I mutter in reply.
A cool breeze strikes it's tole. "Move on," he ploys, "anyway you can," our eyes interlock in discussion.
"Left, right. Left, right," I press, mocking his eye movements.
His pupils combust, akin to the striking of a match. "Look at me. Do I look like I have a single reason to be making this up?"
Quickly glancing at my watch, I see the second hand stuck in place. "It's too telling," I explain.
"Every word coming out that sewer of a mouth don't make sense," he mumbles, scratching his head.
"Destroy all rational thought," I speak, cracking a smile.
"Stop it. Just end it here."
"Well, make something of yourself, before you lose it completely," breaking gently.
Our cab pulling up, he opens the door. He says, "take the backseat, sit down, shut up," I wasn't arguing.
"Hesitation is a sign of weakness," I mantra. A nervous tick.
"Jingle jangle, simple Simon. Driver, Fourth and Main.”
I could smell her from miles. The little girl scent. The end all be all, the something to the nothing. Deepest, darkest, fantasies. Her shapely young body was nothing more then my deepest of all desire. Taboo injustice. I felt my insides turn, an exhilaration of pure urban madness. A primordial incursion of an ecstatic norm forming a systematic whole.
When I saw her, time stopped. The words he spoke meant nothing. The direction we were heading felt the same as from whence we had came. This was a different thickness, a sheer consistency previously unknown. It was then that the blur took hold, carburetor smog out the window.
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I removed (almost) all the curses from my original version. Hopefully it's not too racy now
:goof:
Emotions flutter through my flesh. I can feel my blood pumping, like a river of energy flowing through my veins. A steady beating in my right ear. Cold chest. Delirium, a feeling made stronger by my narrow view through rose coloured glasses. Poison flashes, Burroughs-esque crooked streets, sweaty feet, and an all too forgiving sense of nothingness. I have found the face looking back in the mirror, and it's smiling.
It is my understanding that I am a very selfish man. My physician assures me that my violent thoughts are getting much easier to repress. Making my days smoother, and my interactions with others a more 'telling' experience. It's not something I like to think about. Gradually, it turns into quick glances of shapes, leading into something more 'sinister'. It's a deep confusion, but something that I feel I have a hold of. Nothing like the dolled up Hollywood bull****, the real stuff is a different league of it's own. Shadows in the corner of the eye is how it starts.
Night. Nothing like the smell of city life, hardly see ten feet in front of you. Cabs pass in and out of view. Smog rolls through a gilded fence. I'd seen the man before. An old acquaintance. Tall, lanky, junkie. We could have been twins.
"Get out while you can," shouts the man. Standing three feet from my face, wild eyed.
"Look, I have called him up. He's not talking," I mutter in reply.
A cool breeze strikes it's tole. "Move on," he ploys, "anyway you can," our eyes interlock in discussion.
"Left, right. Left, right," I press, mocking his eye movements.
His pupils combust, akin to the striking of a match. "Look at me. Do I look like I have a single reason to be making this up?"
Quickly glancing at my watch, I see the second hand stuck in place. "It's too telling," I explain.
"Every word coming out that sewer of a mouth don't make sense," he mumbles, scratching his head.
"Destroy all rational thought," I speak, cracking a smile.
"Stop it. Just end it here."
"Well, make something of yourself, before you lose it completely," breaking gently.
Our cab pulling up, he opens the door. He says, "take the backseat, sit down, shut up," I wasn't arguing.
"Hesitation is a sign of weakness," I mantra. A nervous tick.
"Jingle jangle, simple Simon. Driver, Fourth and Main.”
I could smell her from miles. The little girl scent. The end all be all, the something to the nothing. Deepest, darkest, fantasies. Her shapely young body was nothing more then my deepest of all desire. Taboo injustice. I felt my insides turn, an exhilaration of pure urban madness. A primordial incursion of an ecstatic norm forming a systematic whole.
When I saw her, time stopped. The words he spoke meant nothing. The direction we were heading felt the same as from whence we had came. This was a different thickness, a sheer consistency previously unknown. It was then that the blur took hold, carburetor smog out the window.
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I removed (almost) all the curses from my original version. Hopefully it's not too racy now
:goof: