manchester_black

just a little something I whipped up on the fly

Lunch Break

I swear to god I have a tumour wrapping itself around my eyes
Shut up Sal, you just have a headache because you forget to blink

If you tell someone they forget to blink, theyll do it about twice as much as normal, and for people like Sal, theyll scrunch their noses up...
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I was born at 7:19 in the morning in a city of 661,783, and now, at the age of twenty three I think I finally understand. The first snow of the year has me longing for fields of snow kissing the sky that is the darkest shade of blue before it becomes black. Perhaps homesickness is something we fall back to when things aren't going...
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Here's something that sucks about Torontos poverty-vision TV. Only 3 of the channels are in english. The rest aren't even in french, which IS our official second language. These are the things you notice when you're too sick to do anything, but too well to sleep the entire day away.

Im dying, or something like it.
Went to the hospital with a 39.5 degree fever (metric) and had to get an IV put in and blood work. I feel like hell. that is all

In one of what most learned scholars would call one of the most wonderous cities in the world, with some of the most spectacular architecture the modern world has been able to muster, it couldn't match the beauty in the eyes on the face framed by the dark silver-kissed hair under the buzzing glow of the christmas lights on the window.

The streelights are reflecting off of the pavement. The air is chilly, but not cold against my skin. Behind my eyes there's the sting of a four day headache. It's far too wet for a december. There should be snow, with that filthy slush belched out from under the tires of SUV's spattered on the trodden (or sometimes even shoveled) sidealks. That icy soggy creep...
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The press against my chest, the brisk stroll to screaming dash in the span of a breath. I can feel the rumble beneath my feet, like some biblical dragon exhaling. The blinking of the airstrip lights, like some sort of titanic pinball machine disappear, then blink back in, fading out softly with each pulse as we come off the tarmac, flying into the mists, everything...
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