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jealousy

Why you acting all Jealous, Tone?

I’m not like that, I’m a peas and carrots kinda roast beefy motherfucker.

Well it doesn’t mean we can’t tryyy… she pleaded

Not in this lifetime. And not in my grandma’s car. She wouldn’t want to see you cry on the upholstery.

» Posted By And Brow On 05.14.2018 @ 12:07 pm

Why you acting all Jealous, Tone?

I’m not like that, I’m a peas and carrots kinda roast beefy motherfucker.

Well it doesn’t mean we can’t tryyy… she pleaded

Not in this lifetime.

» Posted By And Brow On 05.14.2018 @ 12:05 pm

strands

There were strands of hair stuck in between the bookshelf and the wall. It had not been moved for years and the various swells of wind and swirls of debris must have kicked them behind the creaky old frame filled by forgotten texts.

» Posted By And Brow On 02.12.2018 @ 7:07 am

candy

“Coffee is like candy for adults.”
“Candy?”
“Yes, like swedish fish.”
“But it’s so gross!”
“At least it doesn’t get stuck in your teeth.”

» Posted By And Brow On 08.15.2016 @ 6:55 am

steep

A learning curve is a parabola that feels like an endless uptick. It’s not enough to walk only until you get tired, all hills have an ass that is much kinder than it’s sharp face.

» Posted By And Brow On 08.07.2016 @ 8:45 am

steady

Discontinued. That’s what the mail said. A life given in service and the job is discontinued. What’s left? ‘The life unlived while services were busy being rendered’ says the therapist. Might be the case if time wasn’t busy shrieking away the whole time, all corrosive and unflinching. ‘Your new life starts today!’ say self help books and pamhlets. All bullshit, I’m afriad. He wasn’t so much stuck as cemented into the routine of his now-former life, and hopefully time would do it’s work on the cinderblocks hugging his feet before the water gets too high, but as a ripe, stubborn 56 year old, he felt like the only thing he could see clearly is the rearview mirror.

Feeling the cool water drift in synchronicity with his blotchy limbs, watching beads form and fall in rhythmic confection from the shower head. Breathing in he felt his hairs depress as the eager water molecules recede from his stomach. Have a drink in the tub, maybe try to cry a little if the urge winds its way from gut to head.

» Posted By And Brow On 08.01.2016 @ 11:29 pm

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