Seriously underfucked

The invite reads: "Class of 1992 - 20th reunion." A shout, a bellow, a cry: "But, mom, I have to organize my manga collection that weekend."

asked, and answered

She sleeps soundly, like a baby after a bottle of Jack; he, however, does not. Do we ever really want to know? Some things can't be unheard.

like the bubonic plague...

A table. A public space. Her laugh could be called infectious. Her face, only a blind mother could tolerate. A smile stylized with a brick.

fuck fuck fuc... really? cool.

07/23/98

09.42-Successfully reanimated dead tissue.

10.58-It's trying to eat my brains!

11.47-Lab13 PURGE: protocol AMF042

12.31-Lunch. Yum.

red wire or blue ...

:03 they say your life flashes before your eyes in moments like this :02 I like what I see :01 no regrets :00 no chance to make any either.

180 degrees

Shit music. Bad odors. I'm out! Soft lips brush my ear. "Fuck, I've missed you," carried on the gentle aura of wisteria. Best. Party. Ever.

gum on his shoe ...

Trouble. Lips as soft and red as the silk seizing her perfect curves. Written on her as clearly as "private dick" was written on his door.

Name? Victor.

Right arm 239 stitches.
Left eye swollen shut.
2 broken ribs.
A smile slowly forms on his wired-shut jaw. 1st place? He can live with that.

even sober ...

Drunk. Like “a sheep with a secret sorrow.” Pink piss for a month. The fuck was I thinking?! Solecism is not a safe word easily remembered.

smells of clove cigarettes...

Doorbell at 3am, crawling out of bed, opening the door to find a box with a shreded Against Me concert T-shirt. It really is over, isn't it?