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Twice Have you ever had the same meal twice, or the exact same sex twice, even with the same person? The answer is yes and no, right? All the courses to your meal were the same. Same mash to the mashed potatoes. Same hand reajusting a hip gently, or roughly, or however you like. Yes, you can replicate an event. But it\'s the internal workings that throw the whole thing off the path to perminant deja vu. When she finally turns around, he hears her back crack and for the first time notices the sincere joy she gets out of the feeling. She stretches then and he wonders whether she\'s smiling because of him or because of the audible crack. He nabs the lTwice by ~aaranasvoice
GotOffEarly I left early tonight. I talked and joked my way out of it. I manipulated my manager, I lied, I did everything short of faining an illness and I walked out of the door at nine o\'clock. I left him and the other server with a restaurant just waiting to be filled up. I can picture the smoke getting thicker around the bar and I can hear the noise of voices, the bits of words caught over a table. I can see Ali running around, maybe dropping something, maybe not. If she knows what\'s good for her, she\'ll skip the specials and take out her notepad. I\'m reaching this strange point where I can\'t take my job anymore because I know I\'m good at it. IGotOffEarly by ~aaranasvoice
GotOffEarly I left early tonight. I talked and joked my way out of it. I manipulated my manager, I lied, I did everything short of faining an illness and I walked out of the door at nine o\'clock. I left him and the other server with a restaurant just waiting to be filled up. I can picture the smoke getting thicker around the bar and I can hear the noise of voices, the bits of words caught over a table. I can see Ali running around, maybe dropping something, maybe not. If she knows what\'s good for her, she\'ll skip the specials and take out her notepad. I\'m reaching this strange point where I can\'t take my job anymore because I know I\'m good at it. IGotOffEarly by ~aaranasvoice
Memoir of a slut part one I have learned to dread this bus ride. I don't drive, so it isn't as though I pay attention to the details of the road, learn its curves or see the dark, concentrating faces of it's passengers confined in their multitude of zipping, zooming vehicles. On one end of it is the spiked and glowing city I have also grown to dread, but also call home, when the name must be applied. On the far end are a variety of destinations.Memoir of a slut part one by ~aaranasvoice
Invariably there is an ex at the end of the road, though which one this time, I don't quite remember. The bus will pull into its final stop and I will wait for a while, re-familiarizing myself with a city I never called ho
Midnight Dragon by ~reeksTravel Old Man Travel Old ManTravel Old Man by ~decapvictim
One of those old men on porches across the world sitting
Staring at flowers and woods and grass and passers-by
Thinking it's a pretty little world I've hauled through
But having done nothing
Empty I'll sit and those vacant eyes will
Fill with vision memories of what?
Of days and weeks on end wasted in the colossal
Hazy eyed binges of an extended irreverence
Or nights spent alone and hollow-eyed wondering what happened
To the perfect little girl I never found
And the hollering running erring lovable children
I never raised never bore
Never saw become my betters
In mind-spirit-body
Or the expansive volu
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