She had never been so quiet. She felt her lips seal. Her gaze glossed over. Her skin roughed up. Her eyes stared back at the world with nothing but a look of warm inconspicuousness. Yet her mind was clogged with ice. She just had her first panic attack. Her chest ached with tightness but she felt as if she was gliding. She truly daydreamed. She saw herself as a little doe with strong legs. She thought about jumping all over her home town. Visiting every tight, little pocket of space she hadn't hit before. Long and short escapades unbeknownst to God himself. Bathing in a pond that bubbled from the kinetic potential. Mesmerizing the trees with her shadows. Torturing the sky with her barking. She envisioned all the chicks, cats, and rabbits trying to corral her as she swept from place to place. All wanting to catch a small glimpse of her eyes. Just to tell her with their sight, "I LOVE YOU AND I WILL NEVER HURT YOU." She felt awfully embarrassed for them but said nothing. Her parading continued as schedule. Stepping on everything with gentle intent. Kicking then smiling when kicking the smiling. She pictured herself running on to the freeway. Purposefully causing a storm of wrecks. The twisted metal, the tires screeching, the cries for mercy, the lights of the paramedics. Everything as it should be because of her. Because of her prance, her route. Even though she was soft, delicate, subtle, the world burned brighter cause of it. Revealing all its mysteries. Violence can raise hell but only a clever act wakes up the devil. Everything stirred just right and then she knew it was her time to evaporate. She saw everything she wanted to see. Her daze came to an end expectedly. She was back. Reality once again. Quickly, she found a laptop and unsuccessfully ordered 3 toothbrushes off Amazon. The credit card information read: CARD HOLDER NAME - SUN TZU, CARD NUMBER - URDADKNOWSURWEAK, EXPIRATION DATE - 12/22, CVV - 776. Although she usually makes do with at least 4 to 5, those 3 toothbrushes should hold her over for the next 6 months. At least until she stomps all over some new town without making a single sound. Peep what she does. Go, and steal her moves. Ponder the buffer.
“You danced with me like I was a slut.”
“I wasn’t thinking about it, I was just dancing.”
“That’s how you want to be in public?”
“Just mind your business.”
“If that’s how it is, might as well drag me to the bathroom and run through me like water.”
“Would that not make you feel like a slut?”
“Sure, but I just don’t like getting danced with like a slut.”
“Right.”
“It reminds me of school lunches.”
"Ah, I understand."
"Do you know them?"
“I’ve only ever dated sluts.”
“You know that doesn’t make me feel any better?”
“I know, but it was my choice.”
“Everyone here is getting too close to us.”
“They must be new.”
“Are you getting turned on right now?”
“I’ve done a lot in my past.”
“Like needing to fuck 6 times a day?”
“Don’t be so paranoid.”
“Well it’s hard to trust anyone.”
“Not sluts.”
“Are you a slut?”
“Come dance with me.”
Turn on one another. Their ideals on life had recently brought them to this. Nils and Max had become unattached themselves from their own friendship. They'd never talked about it beside the nights Nils wasn't getting much attention. On those occasions it was just little jabs. Even then, it wasn't a conversation that was spoken. Lives are constantly drifting. At the last hour we'll be surprised to look around and see the faces that accompanied us there. There could be no faces. That's the beauty of life, too. The loneliness of having been oneself. Max started cutting himself recently because of the isolation he felt. Nils tried to seem busy and full of energy. These dinners in private were the last thing keeping them from never again noticing each other. Max liked that at the dinners he could put on his music. Nils liked being able to impress other's with stories of his sex life. One or both of them would often times become heavily intoxicated. They'd help one another play off whatever idiocy they did. Whether it was saying offensive things to their guests or somehow getting the apartment complex's security called, they were always there to help one another look less neurotic. "I love when he gets like this, he's just playing, yeah, no, don't worry." "He'll be out of the bathroom soon. He'll be fine. He just got spiced up a little and then his stomach acts up." The Hosts could feel that this would be the last of those dinners. There was an air of finality...[TO BE CONTINUED].
Both X1s plotted for some time. They wrapped around the time continuum thinking of ways to inflict damage on the other side. Both entities felt their decision making systems throbbing from the pressure. The work looked different now. Neither the X2s or the X1s had encountered each other's presences in the cosmos. A long pause. Something that this pocket of the universe hadn't felt before. The field remained untouched. Maintaining exactly what was there before both parties circuited away. The only way it was different was the lack of work. The interruption was abrupt. Spawned from algorithmic incongruity. Cell division. The long pause...[TO BE CONTINUED].
We just want to feel
I can’t stand myself
Straight active
Half man half
Go fuck until
I'm playing dumber
Stand out
No but
Whose life sucks
Measure it
Out you go
Not even close
More swings
There's a spree