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Moments before prom this virgin has a symbolic daydream, what will become of his crush? will it end to begin a new… whoever they seem to be is just the surface. When spoken doors open to a life that isn’t ours unless this life is shared through three words… I Love You. She isn’t the touchy type unless you're talking about the bed, and he’s just emotional. Walk through the mynde of a panicking virgin as the dance is about to begin, who needs prom? When the quest is love. Whatever that may be, it is found when two become one, what is love? What is to become two when adversity comes their way. Missing all that is in the desperation of possibly losing her forever, at the end of the day we only live today. Although we want more we can only be as we are within the limitations we have been given.

 

 

Life of a petal

“Prom ends with… as I drift into a waking daydream”

 

He is at the door! Honey, honey, he is at the door!

 

MOM, shut up! He is nothing special… some nerd that’s it.

 

Honey, He looks cute! Do not say that be nice.

 

Back up from the window mom… That’s why he is here and i’ll be as I am.

Go, please don't embarrass me.

 

Did she say nerd? I heard nerd… Muffled behind the…

Oh, this door is really nice, I love the glass, and it is opening.

Oh shit… Show me the pretty door again.

 

Pandora's box is being opened… Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

Close it! Close it! Close it!

 

Please, give me five more minutes… Let me dream, I haven't fucked it up yet… There she is.

I don’t feel my feet, it felt like wet cement settling… If I could move I’d run so fast that my eyes wouldn't be able to process the blur.

 

I wish I had a drill… So I could

 

What are you doing come in already?

 

Her voice is so sweet.

I never knew she was so good with a drill. These cinder blocks were set loose and feel as light as feather.

 

I swear I saw her… I won't say it, but they definitely jiggled when she worked with that drill.

 

Is that for me?

 

I thought to myself as she spoke, she stole the question from my mind: “are those for me?”

 

Yes, here.

 

How kind of you, the sounds became muffled.

 

I looked towards her, then faded these fragile pupils to another focal, then back to her again and again. All to evade the gaze this goddess held; melting my shield, armor, and sword.

 

I was naked in her sight. To save myself from staring too deeply into hers… I’d rather she gave me hers than to steal a soul.

 

I turned away.

 

That table is it oak, mahogany? The vase, the kettle? Whatever it is, it looks beautiful: ancient in a way. Chines? If I knew mandarin it wouldn't help me here… If only she spoke another language then I would have an excuse to be quiet. Is love written, is it silent, I hope it is…

 

Those flowers with in the ancient decorate had a note: I love you… What does that even mean…

To kill for a profession of… love?

 

Her voice became muffled. My autoprocessing skills had been heightened, the yess and shakes of a head were answering questions I did not interpret accordingly.

 

A haze fell upon my open eyes and there it was an omen. It is a…

 

daydream.

 

Shrubbery baring a limit, from red to gray,

the flower among sisters and bothers;

a family decorated through ancestry.

 

Long ago I was where "i" was meant to be,

"something" i^4 is "missing", that is imaginary.

How negative of me, to insist that the longing is not real.

 

Math is illogical, pointing at a flaw in humans not in the symbols themselves, but the interpretation of. Sometimes the logic is flawed, for example: divide one by three and add that three times. .33333333………… endlessly +.33333333………… endlessly +.33333333………… endlessly = .9999999999999…………… endlessly, What happened to  .111111111…………… endlessly…

 

It is lost, no it is not. No energy is ever lost, it is only transferred if you respect the laws of thermodynamics.

We lack the tools to measure the loses or we discourage the awareness of such loses. Love is illogical, and we hate it when we can not capture it for that evermore we all thirst for.

 

Sums upon sums, will we add and never subtract unless it is something we both distaste.

 

I yearned for a distance greater than the reach of a fans wind. To be trampled by the unrooting desire to leave my home… I myself can never cut or lift the dirt to fulfill my desire. I am just a rose with a limit of petals.

 

To leave or stay, even if it will cost me more than a petal…

Either way, my fate is theirs.

 

To be propagated takes more than a hand.

I will never trust those warm-blooded fools.

These thorns are not for show, and

these colors are an accidental,

while they pride themselves in the cultivation of mistakes.

 

Keep your darwin nails away from my seed, this pollen is for the wind.

If she is out there then she will receive me. My faith is with chance herself.

Humans believe their actions are divine intervention.

 

Riddles blow out like a jokers candle…

The organesium.shell life, the shelf life is shorter than

With a surplus of energy, how much energy does it take to captivate?

To capitalize upon it, is it waste?

 

Can you hear me it is just radioactivity, call and I’ll give you the potassium iodide.

Only if you take all that I got and refuse to let got, reuse my degradation from uranium to plutonium and back again the cycle is yours. Refute my plead and I’ll walk till the flower smells back. This meadow is full, but these roses are here to stay, I would never walk away if you’d never long for another to stay.

 

Since, or before the big bang… when did? Anyways…

 

Time is here and it parts the letters in so many fragments

that words are lost in the interpretation of.

Socks with sandals is how these letters are “scene”.

On to the next and it is all the same.

A movie they film rather than mine.

 

Clowns me to dream "one", those pixels of my other half are blurry.

On the other side of the meadow? Where is she rooted? To be under my nose is an impossibility for I am not a personified rose, I am a modest pragmatic rose whos metaphors are literal.

 

Every petal is different with its own feeling,

but I am the one in control at least I thought so.

 

Lost in the harvest, I could never walk a rose down "two" its last petal unless hands envase these stamens to a ceiling fans destiny. Staining nothing but the dead, my pollen is awaiting a greater destiny.

 

A kettle holds me down and "i" long for home.

A light fostered by a foreign sight, if "eye" know what it means to be complicated, I would be human.

 

I am not the purveyor of even my petals world, just a piece on the board they play, proving? Rather than just playing the game.

Tainted dyed for the warmth of; as the frames are left uncurtained… I long for my natural world.

 

Oh, how I long for the unsheltering light, that might of the UV that used to play renditions day after day.

 

The "agh" bleeds through, stealing the red, and leaving gray.

The “ah” has grown from those similar from the same, every flower is me envased in the same.

I am only playing with myself “hear”.

 

Content for "i" have yet to know what I mrsing, “i” am missing my significant other.

Stamens pollinate a carved to the grave brethren, oaks a hard, that has grown soft.

For their dinners, oaks a stability that has been nail limb by limb for their desire to sit.

My pleasure is theirs. Leeching all that was mine to make theirs, theirs.

 

Motion beyond the frames from a sprinkler, out the door.

“Dews” a windows droplet, this fate is not even.

The rain, how I miss the ability to cry. To feel what is natural or the illusions through there tools I miss that sprinkler when I sat upon their white picket fences.

An odd recurring dream from a forgotten memory… I was ever out there.

 

"Suns". a "pheometrical".

geometamorphic where “i” was.

 

Born although it may be a last breath… I plead that a seed may form.

To spring a sapling, from a corpses mix. Manures a reality that will never be realized.

Hopefully, eventually, these petals warms to a belongings end…

Behind this closed window, those frames have sealed my fate.

Although "ah"ll may not go as “i” would have designed…

 

It’s better to have then be unconscious through manure for a hardwood floor. Where else am I to die.

 

Surrounded by death, the fate is clear, if I knew another word it would not make it any better.

Awaken to a belief that I am greater than any trick played on me… I was meant to be where I was.

 

Where the light had twelve or more and the warmth was true! Where there lies of fostered lights hide behind there… Behind those closed curtains as they walked under my greatness. Unwilting is my will, this dream will be lived through open eyes. This memory is mine it was more than a dream... It is a place I will return, it is my odyssey. Take my thorn before you take my life, allow me to say goodbye to that easy rhyme, although it is never easy to be divorced by foreigners beliefs. The Mrs is now missing.Holstered by a tunnel of-fences, making a doorway in this garden of my dreams, it was swell. From the sidewalk to the front door of these humans den. These gates made a perfect abode for my vines.

 

My will is one and only, it only wavers deliberately in the favor of the wind. Something we both agree upon. The wind is our friend when we speak lightly, with warm letters. Forming three words: I Love You. What is the purpose? So, another petal may feel what these roots will never allow me too. Trapped by commit to my codependency of this symbiotic, on the other side of this bridge she climbs the same door. Speaking of love, it takes two to communicate.

 

My will is my own no matter which direction I am forced.

I will alleviate the pressure of structured frames by being me.

 

I will love to learn the processes of growth within my soaked stems

If it weren't for capillarity this damnation… Would alleviate my stress of losing the touch of her roots, behind all of my selves I feel a familiar. It could not be her, it could never be her, for they separated me from her. I took a drop of their Iron, this did not hinder their atrocity.

 

Over any other helping all those petals without knowing, damn capillarity!

If today should be my last, allow me to die in this dream I had… She is so close,

no farther than a window away closed by an isolation that is not for me.

 

losing all the selves… My strength becomes knowing my

 

Hey, those roses look gray?

 

They are bright red my mom feeds them every day…

 

Oh, and then she began to tell me what we were going to do tonight and again the drifting sensation of this other word stole my attention from her… It was as if these flowers were painting the pictures to a collection of frames that made a film beyond my own intention… Like Froyd, I attempted to interpret my own daydream.

 

Where to grow and how much has been grown never to forget where I was.

Remember my captured bubbles floating in the abyss, these memories have to be true.

 

I used to live under the sun!

 

Popping them has shown a past that clearly didn't last…

A pride of who “i” am… to be nothing but manure carved for decoration. It’s all shit.

For the moments I carry, “i” carry on, no matter if it is fecal I grow from feeble to invincible. I will, I am learning to be someone I am proud of, no matter the limitations of my.

 

My will is my own.

Even if they attempt to strip virtues,

their vice cannot undo my strength.

 

I will have pride treading through all the "agkh"

distasteful to the tung wasteful to the lung.

When a moment is lost, better off not on a page, for the story I write is in fivers of mynde.

 

Her mother broke into this haze, Would you like some water you seem choked up…

 

I looked down and my hands are attempting to start a campfire with my dress pants…

 

Yea, yea, yea… there it was again the haze and the picture float effortlessly as their voices fade in till the nill I was on autopilot.

 

Practicing the art of mental adaptation.

Live to dream although this vase encases a fate, that I rather not endure.

There are places I have yet to see! Days I have yet to experience in the ever changing weather. Although my roots were deep the sun propels this earth to another universal location.

 

When I wanted to flee from home this was not the place I had in mynde; the valley over the mountain sounded brighter. The shad that was stolen by the peak ruined my evenings…

Now the curtains, and this bolted down window lack of the ability to… feel that, the wind how I mrs the breeze where is she? This place will ruin my last.

 

These roots will touch as I continue with "hue". Maybe there are a few like me envased, from another bush. Do I see, do I feel a difference? Is she real or reel? Another dream spun in the light of my enskulled light, darkened by the frames of my cells. Is it her from the other side? The one shared that picket fence with… my beloved… Where are you.

 

Apples sour, if left uneaten, then again cider may be bitter…

a fermented spill eases my way to the grave.

 

GET OUT OF YOUR FATHER'S LIQUOR CABINET

 

What was that… Noise breaking through the waking dream just two problem children going to prom what's the worst that could become of this?

 

Lack of oxygen can depress every nerve.

Swerve through a fans wind, holding on to my breath.

Hoping this feeling is an old news that won’t do, for it is new, but as it has been… Where is she? The one that was destined to share the last name since before time the one that sat right in front of me every year.

 

My every fiber says why try… Mrs wont hold hers if I don’t earn that token of proof?

Whatever that is? My time isn’t enough for that. Love isn’t what anyone expects, it is silent. I do with and out but I’d rather have you trust me even though you couldn’t trust yourself after what you did. A cheat does not have to repeat. I have a different name, no need to place your past on to me. I love yous are pronounced by whispers in between the heaves of our intimacy, does that guarantee, or prove? Well, what is love other than a promise you never break and if you do just let go of me, please… If you ever grab me again don't expect eternity. Everyone has one shot then the ammo runs dry. The words lose meaning. GO AND RESTART WITH A NEW HEART FOR THIS ONE IS DELICATE. I love yous are pronounced by whispers in between the heaves of our intimacy, is that you? The one I have been mrsing the one that was mine as I am hers, from before till the after is no more.

 

A little one: hope, had saved mrs wits and that is the best… If the rest of those unwanted lay in the grave. Nightmares shade the ground, our eyes aim to the sky.my... I stand in

 

I think.)This is more than a thought.

 

Time tales, shares are built. Pass the now into yesterday as ours is in the future, only lived through today. That of which has yet to become a memory, will if you trust my complexity… I’ll be human with you.

 

Please don’t let go of me as these roots form in honey waters.

Bridges fumble with a stumble of our growth. That dream was always meant to be no matter how many pairs of scissors get in our way. To love myself requires more than…

 

I accept myself but with “hue” I see more in me than I had, I hope I do the same.

 

I do, I do, I do love you.

I love you… two. Two makes one when our myndes collide they will never cut our cords.

All it takes is four chords and we have more than a note, “hear” is my tip to you and the shaft “cums” next if your drive, i’ll dive, with all we have the morning cums slowly…

 

My legs are here and I am still red,

Is the brooch from the garden?

Staring into a vase an hour till prom. Tonight is the night I prove what is love?

What the fuck is that… She is staring at my oh shit, HI!

 

What? Hi again… are you okay?

I asked, did you steal these roses from my mom’s garden, for this brooch?

The brooch is fresh…

 

Yeah, I used a paperclip in my pocket, thank god… I had it! Sorry, I forgot about tradition.

 

I can tell your nerves You know I like you “write”… I asked you out to prom fool, no need to prove a thing okay. I can’t dance with someone whos going to be trembling… I don’t care if you step on my toes… Just stare at my feet until you can dive into my eyes.

 

Did you see that hue as the life flickered from red to gray in the roses envased… as if I saw the fate of foreign beings flee. This odd sensation, this need to overcome impotence…

 

I could hear the rose yelling.

 

Why are they twisting my sisters and brothers in a circle!

 

I am back at the door before I saw her jiggle and lift me from my anchored feet.

 

HELLO! When we dance, dance like shit but move my hips okay and keep me close!

 

Sorry! Good, I never danced before… ever. I’ll step on a toe or two until I don’t.

 

Cool… I should change my shoes I love these high heels.

WELL! How has it been since the last time I saw you, besides yesterday. Has it been two years since English 1105?

 

I noticed all you do is write, I have seen the top of your head more than your eyes, Mr hunchback!

 

I sit behind her in English… This year… Why did she ask me to prom…

 

HEY! They are very smart, those whale level of a adaptibilty surpases many species of whales!

 

You are an encyclopedia.

 

No, my name is matias? Anyways my mom and I used to play encyclopedia night…

 

I would google things and she would say what?

 

Was that every night?

 

Pretty much…

 

You are so lucky I think you are cute, if not you would be playing encyclopedia night with your beloved mother.

 

Do you hear that?

 

What?

 

The roses?

 

Are you tripping?

 

No! Listen…

 

I picked up a pencil and began to fiddle with a loose leaf, luckly it was on the table. As I shaded it I continued to say:

 

Yes I did see "hue"

 

I wrote it down after shading in a box of gray the eraser wrote: "hue". As I showed her the paper I continued to say:

 

In the honey water, why yell, “i” am right “hear”.

I got scared I thought a root came loose. How human it is to doubt my love although I am your only choice I know this is meant to be. Without our symbiotic relationship these proteins would be too pungent for our enzymes.

 

That is cute so you are a poet?

 

No, now, shhhh… listen to the roses.

it was quiet... I Lifted her eyes from the ground to meet mine and I said:

 

I am not a poet your roses are…

 

She grabbed my hand so tight it reopened my fucking cut…

 

Ow!

 

I shouldn’t have stolen from her mother, then again I do want her kin. A few roses a few cuts whatever it takes.

Plus it is fir a message to express an action that hasn't been said or written. Truly silent.

 

Fir, for myself. I kill for me then you. We kill not just for fur, but the sustenance, then comes the warmth of hers under the kilt we will one day share.

 

So you sing? as she peeled upon my recently coagulated blood… When really I wanted to say: LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAND YOU CRAZY BITCH.

 

Why do you ask? I see all the posters of you on stage clearly your mom is a fan?

 

Shut the fuck up I was two years old… Okay…

 

I tear them down and she reprints copies. She said if she wants me to take them down I have to keep playing…

 

You do not play anymore? Why?

 

She was quiet and stood up and left but I could hear her, or maybe it was the roses, I love changa. Did I even walk into her world yet? I remember last time I was here her mother was not too happy with the mess I left on her pride and joy. To eject from a cockpit in mid-flight is impractical so I embarrassed myself and ran. Her father almost caught me with a two by four, colt forty-five style.

 

She left but I could still hear her.

 

I am unsure if this love is sung, if it were would it help. Would it help to prove that of which is felt in the wind? If I sang those three words. The Mr., the Mister-ry is clear that he is not here unless my nose can see I will never find him. Best friends even though this is not real I share the feeling said by those three if he comes back to me from his daydreams

 

From pitch to pitch “i” toss my ifs… Yet I find my self-confronting two-lettered words with three commas: if, if, if, there's a difference! I’ll sing louder! To know, know, know, and overcome a worded problem: I LOVE YOU. Those last three are an agreement, even if I have been unfaithful to another you are not them and I am different now. Do not mix me up with our best friends, or our parents, because they are not us. I allow you to question me, if you never doubt eternity in mine, as I share eternity in yours, to make ours.

 

I hear passion, the rose speaks silently.

 

I reply, from the other side of our vase:

“Balance of the sheep and the shepherd within the individual

what is it to be alive? If others are at harm…”

 

Please do not hurt me, I will trust, but if it is broken never ask for more. If you do know that this love is one and only then it won't be, as I would have liked it to end, for a quick one comes easily when that is broken.

 

Man I swear I can hear those flowers talking, I can't bare to hold these thoughts…

 

SAY WHATS ON YOU MIND SHE IS BACK DONT PLAY GAMES WITH MADE UP STORIES AND CRYPTIC ARTS!!!

 

I LOVE YOU and I am sorry, I shouldn’t have stolen from your mom's garden!

 

I don't want to have sex with you tonight! I am a virgin TO TRUE LOVE, and I just want to dance and take you out to dinner?

 

Tomorrow night or this night WHO CARES ABOUT PROM!

 

I have sat behind you for four years! I sit behind you this year!!! WE STILL HAVE ENGLISH CLASS TOGETHER???

 

I know all your wardrobe… you love wearing striped black and white shirts with skinny ripped jeans, since you have over three different pairs of them that look similar, but they are all different.

 

You love that letterman jacket from that guy that took your virginity… in freshman year. You still wear it with love, even though you hate him and you still want to be with him… I can tell from the way you stare at him. Somehow you ended things on good terms even though he was unfaithful…

 

You wash your clothing about once a week, you repeat outs no more than three times in a week, and you love lavender scented laundry detergent.

 

You have had three boyfriends in high school, all of them cheated on you, I AM SORRY FOR THAT!

I HATE THAT! I don’t even know my dad… and my mother has been on a ray of boyfriends that still hasn’t ended I think it has been thirteen this year alone… None of them have worked out.

 

A woman, all humans deserves someone faithful. You are really sweet and care about the environment even though you spend more time looking at cat videos on facebook then researching things about environmental science.

 

I love your handwriting! I WANT TO KNOW YOU, by your own tone of voice, and not my silent observations.

 

I am going to die one day… My red will be gray this passion will die and I don't know how to prove it. Maybe if I am lucky it will happen in your arms or you in mine!

 

CAN YOU HEAR THE FLOWERS IN THAT VASE THEY ARE DYING, in the proof of what love? I do not know what the fuck that is other than cuts on my hands for a shitty brooch… Again I am sorry I stole those roses from your mother's garden. I am sorry for yelling right now and for this profession of embarrassing words compiled in a rant that hopefully leads us to tin can behind a:  “I just got

 

SHUT THE FUCK UP! My mom is trying to say something behind you.

 

I turned and looked back, saying to myself: WHY, WHY, WHY, did I do that… and her mother's face was red as if she caught me ejaculating all over her daughter…

 

All I saw was a blur, a slam of two doors: the front and my car, and then my key in the ignition twisting with a press of a petal to start my car… Fuck red here is a white flag waving.

 

Sadly I was still here… I really wished I could run, but my legs were stuck as if the weight of my white face numbed all of my being. Yayo. I sniffled as if I was sick…

 

The limbo is here, and honey why didn’t you tell me about your boyfriends? And you had sex!? When how was it??? Wait one minute I am going to get you something.

 

Thanks a lot kid… My mom is going to embarrass me in a few, wait one minute I am going to steal a flask and some whiskey from my dad's sacred cabinet…

 

I don’t drink.

 

You are going to tonight.

 

Nope, I use my liquor for better things.

 

Fine, you are going to watch me drink then…

 

Honey, I got some rubbers they are kind of old they are when me and your dad were trying to enter through the back door… Do not try it…

 

Hello, Mr. shits my pants! Do not make her do that okay… I do not believe you.

No one is a virgin these okay, and if you are… I don’t think that will last past twelve.

 

I thought to myself wtf, that movie is making a lot more sense now… The more I think about it…

Heard the writer wrote that in six hours on a bunch of endogenous meth, induced by mental contractions, resulting in a state of mania.

 

Where is my daughter?

 

She is stealing whiskey

 

HONEY! DON’T TOUCH YOUR DADS LIQUOR! I’ll give you a twenty if you find a homeless just buy it yourself. okay!

 

WTF… Maybe I won't like this girl, maybe I shouldn't have jumped…

 

She pulled me by the arm with a flask on her left and she grabbed the pack of condom and the twenty with her right. She didn’t say a thing. I was petrified and slightly confident… She wouldn't be grabbing right now if I fucked up right? Maybe it would be best if I did…

 

Stop thinking she is talking…

 

I heard the door open behind us and her mother said, “Take care of that little boy he seems fragile and do not come back till tomorrow, your dad and I are going to have fun all over the house!”

 

Do not pay attention to her this when she takes her quaaludes she is going to deny everything tomorrow…

 

You are going to let me ride your fucking dick like a girl from louisiana okay! Call me your cowgirl and when you cum settle down cowboy, and get ready for round two… Keep all that spoken love shit to yourself until after a few years. All that I know is that you are smart and I am going to try you out for size. Keep that mouth closed until tomorrow okay… Only open it and write the ABC’s when I sit on your face.

 

The expected happened… it is prom, but the unexpected became my future from that scary and relieving night.

 

I did not speak for many years and I am happy with six children. I found out most of the things I observed from her weren't true… Other than the fact that someone did cheat. I accept her flaws as she accepts “mind”, and we have never done us wrong; it is all about communication and honesty.

 

HEY, DUDE PASS THE JOINT!

 

Sorry I had the weirdest voyage... here. This DMT came, I mean changa, came out better than I thought.

 

Were you there with me???? I swear you were! It was like I never asked you out on freshman year and I became this nerd..

 

Shapes! Do you see the triangles???

I coughed on the changa...

 

Mrs. Euclid don't hog the joint.

 

While coughing Mr. hunch back, Shits his pants, you literally smoked half of the join equivalent to a gram of DMT mother fucker. I paused and recalled what he said, You are a nerd look you are talking about mathematicians ! Be proud NERD.

 

 

What ever let me tell you about my voyage: it was like we went out in freshman year and you asked me out to prom... sadly I still jerked off in you face in front of your mom, but this time it was with words! I was a poet! it was crazy It made me realize how happy that I met you four years ago! I am happy we are where we are, like two roses in a fishbowl... even though we are going to dye one day and after the gray we may have nothing to say: I LOVE YOU! there i'll say it while I can.

 

Awe you look like a dolphin right now all emotional and shit do you want a triangle my love?

 

She opened her legs and I said who needs prom. I hope this ends well both got in to the same college.

 

By the way you better fuck me like its our last petal because I got accepted to yale!

 

WHAT?... That is awesome...

no no no no no no no no no no no no no... I did too but i am poor she is rich! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... I silently cursed in my head.

 

Are you going to fuck me like I am a girl from

 

I stopped her with a finger to her lips and said a girl from louisiana... I think we should go into the auditorium and have a last dance...

 

Last dance? Stop stealing my punch lines. That was a new one.

You got into yale too?

 

We will talk about this later turn that off..

 

Awe, it still has a few hits. You are turning me off! You don't seem happy honey. I thought you would be! I tried for berkley, but I am going to be a student of law and it didn't seem like the best fit, you are a scientist, so berkley is perfect for you... Is that the issue? We will be super close, closer than Miami to California?

 

Again another school even with the scholarships I earned I can not afford it. My mom is a zookeeper and I work at regal as a ticket cleric and sweeping popcorn. I thought we agreed to go to public college to save money, then hit the universities for our masters degree. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

Hey honey you left the door open wait for me I have you ticket! Do not do anything crazy! Play with me, not with the blue. Sirens sounded behind her, and I looked back; her shadow touched my feet. I felt a securing warm feeling, and I thought I got skills no one has... I can make the money and get myself there. Do not be moody or the gavel will be slammed by my hand! The cost may be life or one lived on the outside of you greatest dreams.

 

I said anything for you!

 

she said what?

 

Werent you talking?

 

No, I am pretty mad that you are being selfish and not talking to me. I can not help you unless you call me.

 

If I call you then i'd have to give you potassium Iodide to reduce the radio activity!

 

shut up that used to scare me I almost became an environmental scientist because of you!

 

I'd prefer if you were a chemist like your beloved...

 

You are not a chemist yet and all your research may cost you that title.

 

My heart stuttered in fear then I asked her: Hey, do you have the ticket?

 

Nope I thought you did.

 

Let’s go back to the car.