The problem with insomnia is you’re awake. Fully functional and aware to every beat, thump, pump, slick, lick, rick, prick, oh now you’re just getting wordy aren’t you? That’s the thing, あなた are as awake as あなた are asleep, you're neither. 芝居 out on muscle memory as あなた slug through the day, never were あなた fully asleep または fully awake. You’re just there. Like an single スラッシュ mark in the world, adding yourself, thinking あなた belong when really, you’re just a number.
A number that no one will ever count on.
No one will rely on.
Lean on.
Carry on.
Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, あなた stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.
“You have a minute?”
あなた do, but あなた won’t. Above the thick rims, あなた can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather Mr.English, リスペクト his neatly steam-press Marc Polo elbows onto your property. あなた swore at that moment, あなた wanted, needed to beat him down. Suffocate his pseudo accent with that godawful tie until your knuckles bare whiter than peaking tanlines. あなた hate this man. Walking around like people even enjoy his presence, his spiels actually worth something. Mr. English, sure he has もっと見る "mangrit" than あなた can ever achieve, but at least あなた can catch a clue as if it was painted blue.
"Something had whisk me away tonight, do あなた mind filling in for me?"
あなた can, but あなた wouldn't but あなた still accept. Anything to get his purple patch glee/グリー out of there. Though, who did he fight?
あなた ask.
"Oh! This. It's nothing just a tussle I had, have あなた ever gotten in a good round of fisticuffs before?"
Snap.
あなた snapped, all because あなた didn't want to lie about never getting into a fight before. It wasn't that あなた were scared of confrontation, あなた just haven't, well until now.
On your heels, your lurch forward. Fingers leeching onto that shitty, green tie and as soon as your digits felt silk, around and around they looped the smooth grooves of the tie. Quickly, あなた hooked and yank the tie back in the means of arching English muscle. あなた felt him, ribcage expanding to his flaring nostrils sucking in air as あなた sat on 上, ページのトップへ of his stomach. In the void, he shout a call for distress and yet, he's staring.
At
You.
As he whimpers underneath each and every swipe of knuckles across his pulsing cheeks. Jake's lips are still moving, forming a single word that seems utterly foreign to the drums of the ears perched beside your head. What is he saying? Who is he whimpering? Why is he still conscious? In the midst of your confusion, あなた cease your rampage. Loosening your grip, Jake head falls back in collection of blood leaking from his off-center nose and your panting. Gulping back the blood from your bitten tongue, あなた wipe the sweat beading across your brow. Still あなた sat on 上, ページのトップへ of him, wondering how are あなた going fund あなた Ikea furnished ホーム now. Until, あなた felt a tug against your shirt. Fingers streaked red and again, あなた averted your gaze back to him.
"You okay?"
Snap.
あなた shake あなた head. You're back on your chair and your awake from your dream. あなた began to nod your furiously to shoo Mr. English away.
"You don't want to die without any scars now do you?"
No, no あなた don't.
"Then live a little! Go out on an adventure, lad." He hoot, "well, if あなた best be needing me. I'll be in my office."
-
あなた are awake.
Wide awake, and あなた can see just about everything. Shutting the glass door shut, あなた began to make way down the street. It's 2am, and you're still up this unnatural hour. あなた should be in bed, tucked away in a dream instead of staying up as if you're running some blog または 読書 some story to get your sexual frustrations out. However, あなた are here. Walking along the road listening to the honks, skids, flicker of the street.
"Hey loser."
Stopping あなた turn to face the 情報源 of noise, to the left あなた see him. Back aligning to wall, hips shot as his hands violate his pockets, he's calling you.
"You lookin' a lil lonely, ya' need some Strider lovin', babe?" Southern roots bare between the smirk gliding along his lips.
This is how あなた meet Dave Strider.
He was new in town, coming from someplace down south あなた knew wasn't important to care for. Despite being in town for a week, he already found work: A waiter at this restaurant, cashier at this record store and this other place あなた couldn't recall because Dave got bored talking about useless, mind-numbing shit that no one is going to care about. According to Dave," the only shit people are going to remember is how much あなた make. They don't give a fuck if you're popping eight balls so hard, Snoop Dog got あなた on speed dial all they care about is あなた how あなた going to get Snoop Dog to perform at their shitty party. Just so they can say,'I bet your man can't do that.'"
In truth, that's all everybody cares about. Who's Alpha and who's Beta. We only ask people how their doing so we can tell them we're doing better than them, to put them in their place just so あなた can feel better for yourself. あなた are no malicious person, あなた are a simply a human being in this materialistic society あなた were carved in. あなた are a copy, of a copy, of a copy but あなた want to be the better copy. To better, to be closer to the original just to beat the original and become the best. If the world were to end, it will end with あなた on top.
あなた are Dave's bitch.
And you're not complaining.
Dave gets your pants off in public, and あなた allow him. He's calling あなた the "finest piece of ass" he's ever seen other than his own, and damn don't あなた feel special. Just the way Dave is leading あなた to the side of the building, あなた knew he had done this before. He sliding like no man should ever be legally to do so, criminally smooth he push あなた against the wall. The leather strap slip from your grasp to supply mutes. あなた are not his first, and neither is he yours but あなた will damn if あなた 発言しました あなた lying when あなた say he doesn't excite you. That he doesn't get your blood pumping faster than anybody you've been with. The thought of him, ringing those rosy lips along your shaft, his ピンク tongue thumbing through those full, plump lips tented your slacks.
あなた スラックス pooled around your ankles, already Dave 鳩 right in. Placing sloppy kisses over the cotton briefs, closing your eyes あなた let Dave work あなた into a puddle of nothing. あなた sighed, Dave.
あなた open your eyes once more, making sure Dave was there. Making sure Dave wasn't another one of your dreams.
あなた see a テレビ screen, not Dave Strider.
Disappointments, disappointments everywhere. That's the problem with insomnia, you're never really awake または asleep. You're just there. Filling a void in the world up until your 期限満了 date. What's the point of lying in bed, あなた have work to go to. Getting up, あなた make way towards your bedroom, pop a few pills and get your 尻, お尻 in the shower. Cutting a corner, あなた start to wonder. Was there a person even name Dave Strider? What is he? Wait, あなた know the answer.
He's not you.
あなた wish あなた could've gotten at least a phone num- dear god what the fuck is that? Sitting on 上, ページのトップへ of your computer, what kind of doll requires that long of a fucking nose? Holy shit, what the fuck. Though, あなた couldn't help but to indulge in curiousity. Rolling your step along the carpet, あなた ease your way to mysterious beast. That thing can explode, rob you, multiply, あなた don't even know. Huh? Your computer is on.
turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: sup
TG: ever need company
TG: あなた know who to call
TG: not that ghostbuster shit
TG: speaking of which nice boxers kid feels pretty damn nice
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
あなた are Dave's booty call.
A number that no one will ever count on.
No one will rely on.
Lean on.
Carry on.
Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, あなた stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.
“You have a minute?”
あなた do, but あなた won’t. Above the thick rims, あなた can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather Mr.English, リスペクト his neatly steam-press Marc Polo elbows onto your property. あなた swore at that moment, あなた wanted, needed to beat him down. Suffocate his pseudo accent with that godawful tie until your knuckles bare whiter than peaking tanlines. あなた hate this man. Walking around like people even enjoy his presence, his spiels actually worth something. Mr. English, sure he has もっと見る "mangrit" than あなた can ever achieve, but at least あなた can catch a clue as if it was painted blue.
"Something had whisk me away tonight, do あなた mind filling in for me?"
あなた can, but あなた wouldn't but あなた still accept. Anything to get his purple patch glee/グリー out of there. Though, who did he fight?
あなた ask.
"Oh! This. It's nothing just a tussle I had, have あなた ever gotten in a good round of fisticuffs before?"
Snap.
あなた snapped, all because あなた didn't want to lie about never getting into a fight before. It wasn't that あなた were scared of confrontation, あなた just haven't, well until now.
On your heels, your lurch forward. Fingers leeching onto that shitty, green tie and as soon as your digits felt silk, around and around they looped the smooth grooves of the tie. Quickly, あなた hooked and yank the tie back in the means of arching English muscle. あなた felt him, ribcage expanding to his flaring nostrils sucking in air as あなた sat on 上, ページのトップへ of his stomach. In the void, he shout a call for distress and yet, he's staring.
At
You.
As he whimpers underneath each and every swipe of knuckles across his pulsing cheeks. Jake's lips are still moving, forming a single word that seems utterly foreign to the drums of the ears perched beside your head. What is he saying? Who is he whimpering? Why is he still conscious? In the midst of your confusion, あなた cease your rampage. Loosening your grip, Jake head falls back in collection of blood leaking from his off-center nose and your panting. Gulping back the blood from your bitten tongue, あなた wipe the sweat beading across your brow. Still あなた sat on 上, ページのトップへ of him, wondering how are あなた going fund あなた Ikea furnished ホーム now. Until, あなた felt a tug against your shirt. Fingers streaked red and again, あなた averted your gaze back to him.
"You okay?"
Snap.
あなた shake あなた head. You're back on your chair and your awake from your dream. あなた began to nod your furiously to shoo Mr. English away.
"You don't want to die without any scars now do you?"
No, no あなた don't.
"Then live a little! Go out on an adventure, lad." He hoot, "well, if あなた best be needing me. I'll be in my office."
-
あなた are awake.
Wide awake, and あなた can see just about everything. Shutting the glass door shut, あなた began to make way down the street. It's 2am, and you're still up this unnatural hour. あなた should be in bed, tucked away in a dream instead of staying up as if you're running some blog または 読書 some story to get your sexual frustrations out. However, あなた are here. Walking along the road listening to the honks, skids, flicker of the street.
"Hey loser."
Stopping あなた turn to face the 情報源 of noise, to the left あなた see him. Back aligning to wall, hips shot as his hands violate his pockets, he's calling you.
"You lookin' a lil lonely, ya' need some Strider lovin', babe?" Southern roots bare between the smirk gliding along his lips.
This is how あなた meet Dave Strider.
He was new in town, coming from someplace down south あなた knew wasn't important to care for. Despite being in town for a week, he already found work: A waiter at this restaurant, cashier at this record store and this other place あなた couldn't recall because Dave got bored talking about useless, mind-numbing shit that no one is going to care about. According to Dave," the only shit people are going to remember is how much あなた make. They don't give a fuck if you're popping eight balls so hard, Snoop Dog got あなた on speed dial all they care about is あなた how あなた going to get Snoop Dog to perform at their shitty party. Just so they can say,'I bet your man can't do that.'"
In truth, that's all everybody cares about. Who's Alpha and who's Beta. We only ask people how their doing so we can tell them we're doing better than them, to put them in their place just so あなた can feel better for yourself. あなた are no malicious person, あなた are a simply a human being in this materialistic society あなた were carved in. あなた are a copy, of a copy, of a copy but あなた want to be the better copy. To better, to be closer to the original just to beat the original and become the best. If the world were to end, it will end with あなた on top.
あなた are Dave's bitch.
And you're not complaining.
Dave gets your pants off in public, and あなた allow him. He's calling あなた the "finest piece of ass" he's ever seen other than his own, and damn don't あなた feel special. Just the way Dave is leading あなた to the side of the building, あなた knew he had done this before. He sliding like no man should ever be legally to do so, criminally smooth he push あなた against the wall. The leather strap slip from your grasp to supply mutes. あなた are not his first, and neither is he yours but あなた will damn if あなた 発言しました あなた lying when あなた say he doesn't excite you. That he doesn't get your blood pumping faster than anybody you've been with. The thought of him, ringing those rosy lips along your shaft, his ピンク tongue thumbing through those full, plump lips tented your slacks.
あなた スラックス pooled around your ankles, already Dave 鳩 right in. Placing sloppy kisses over the cotton briefs, closing your eyes あなた let Dave work あなた into a puddle of nothing. あなた sighed, Dave.
あなた open your eyes once more, making sure Dave was there. Making sure Dave wasn't another one of your dreams.
あなた see a テレビ screen, not Dave Strider.
Disappointments, disappointments everywhere. That's the problem with insomnia, you're never really awake または asleep. You're just there. Filling a void in the world up until your 期限満了 date. What's the point of lying in bed, あなた have work to go to. Getting up, あなた make way towards your bedroom, pop a few pills and get your 尻, お尻 in the shower. Cutting a corner, あなた start to wonder. Was there a person even name Dave Strider? What is he? Wait, あなた know the answer.
He's not you.
あなた wish あなた could've gotten at least a phone num- dear god what the fuck is that? Sitting on 上, ページのトップへ of your computer, what kind of doll requires that long of a fucking nose? Holy shit, what the fuck. Though, あなた couldn't help but to indulge in curiousity. Rolling your step along the carpet, あなた ease your way to mysterious beast. That thing can explode, rob you, multiply, あなた don't even know. Huh? Your computer is on.
turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: sup
TG: ever need company
TG: あなた know who to call
TG: not that ghostbuster shit
TG: speaking of which nice boxers kid feels pretty damn nice
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
あなた are Dave's booty call.
