An Angry Chair
Blank, black, the big empty.
A nauseating wail, the cat calls of a thousand lewd maniacs. A sea of malformed and dysfunctional poor unfortunates, their filth coated hands outstretched. There are more people here than Garrett has ever seen in any one place. Maybe more people than are still left in the world. Each of them may as well be the stalks...
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I don't hate the rich because I envy them, I don't want the personal excess they enjoy. I hate the rich because they are safe on a boat, watching millions drown in the sea and they don't give a shit. I hate them for their selfishness, their social cowardice, their lack of character and the cynicism and bigotry they purchase on the cheap. I hate...
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All is calm...12 Kilos
Blank, black, the big empty. The void, the sweet, inevitable embrace of nothingness. The end of all things to come, once and for all. The cold blanket that awaits everyone and everything when petulant time finally stops playing out its tired dramedy.
No.
Surely then the cool, stained stones of the cell floor, they do make a brief if rank respite...
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Hearing that voice again...12 Kilos
You wanted to die? Wasn’t that what coming out here was really all about? Why worry now. Close those heavy eyes and see where you go from here.
That nasty little voice deep down inside, that ugly depository of personal damage gets going again and Garrett forgets himself for a moment. It’s a whisper but it still leaves his lips....
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Ever break something as a kid? Something important?
If you did and you likely grew up in an environment driven by fear of what might happen, well first of all, fuck your parents cause that's no way to raise someone but anyway.
That instant sense of dread, those moments of trying desperately to make it better, fix it, hide it maybe. Dread and guilt.
Always...
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I like it quiet...12 Kilos
“Arrogant for a nearly dead man, aren’t you? Charlottesville is closest, a day’s walk south along the sand. Old Monticello still sticks out of the water unless the waves are rough.”
Garrett doesn’t recognize any of those names and for the first time since leaving on this doomed voyage he feels truly lost. D.C. as the old woman calls it,...
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I've been on this site for a while, seventeen years to be exact, and if there is one cycle here that gets me every time, the thing that breaks my heart again, and again, and again, its watching an SG go from being confident and posting frequently to up and vanishing, no sets, no posts, nothing. Some come back, they take pictures again and post...
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Begging...12 Kilos
“You chug this, you drown where you sit. I’ve seen it, ain’t pretty. Your body needs water so it’s telling you to drink deep but that’s a lie. You need to sip, slow, and take long breaks between, it not, you die on my porch, slow and sloppy and I don’t get paid.”
Garrett is careful to nod, showing that he hears the...
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