Mrs. Bond looked down at little fourth grade me, all dark eyes, pale skin and serious demeanor and cautiously asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
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Mrs. Bond looked down at little fourth grade me, all dark eyes, pale skin and serious demeanor and cautiously asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Posted at 02:27 PM in Alternate Me, Childhood, First Death, Margerie St. Croix | Permalink | TrackBack (0)
Try this at home, kids.
Take a jagged shard of glass, let it touch down on the surface of that milky white, twitchy moon that is your eyeball. Then dig out that fucker like it's a carton of vanilla ice cream and there's a line of screaming brats holding plates of birthday cake that need a la mode-ing. Then if THAT doesn't make you pass out, begin hammering a half dozen steel carpentry nails as hard and as deep as possible into the bloody remains of your former baby blues or greens or browns or hazels. THEN take a welder's torch and set the whole thing ablaze so the heads of the nails fuse into one molten, metal candle, and the imbedded ends of the things grow hot enough to singe the surrounding tissue, and you'll ALMOST have the headache I have endured for the past week.
It's all my own fault.
I tried to discern the identity of that mystery spirit sitting in booth twelve. And the backlash busted every blood vessel in my head, knocked my legs out from beneath me, caused a discernible panic among all the patrons (they fled into the night) and I chipped a fucking tooth! Oh and I lost another job. Patrick the perpetually sweaty fired me for being a clutz. That was after he ventured back into the ransacked diner, dishes broken, glasses smashed, frost covering the floor in patches. I'm lucky my walking papers didn't come with a court summons.
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Humanity craves the Extreme sandwich.
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I'm powerless. And they know it.
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