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“Honesty.  Psssh.  Don’t make me laugh.  ‘Cause in the end it won’t matter what you say.  I will only see you as a liar.  I will only remember your snide greasy grin.  How that silver tongue spewed pride instead of truth.”  Nikki glares out into the cellophane blackness.  She feels the icy winds of October gush through her nostrils.  The night reeks of cedar and damp earth and rotten beer cans no one bothered to throw away.  She used to crave midnight, used to yearn for it’s vast expansion of possibilities.  A galaxy of fireflies he had once said.  Now its just some cosmic joke.  Light glistening in the distance, beacons of hope beckoning to be yours.  But never tangible, never within reach.

John’s voice begins to spool too smooth from his throat, an exaggerated silk that begins to cradle and engulfs her senses.  She quivers as his velvet breathe bubbles down her spine.  “Oh my sweet Nikki… ‘snide greasy grin’?  We are beginning to sound so much alike.  I do apologize though.”  His words are playful, almost arrogant.  “I had forgotten about your tendency to twist the truth into a hardened cocoon.  But honestly, do you really require such defenses against me?

Always.  A pity I came to realize it two years too late.  She stares defiantly into his snake charmer eyes’, seeing an impenetrable gaze; flat, opaque.  Light only shines through when he wants it to.  The demon, the mystic.  “I‘ve had enough of your metaphorical trip lines John.  Say what you came here to say and be done with it.”

“You are always so kittenish when you’re angry.  A mewling infant claiming to have tiger’s teeth…”

She fidgets, shoving her fingers into the gravelly mud and feeling the granulates grate under her nails.  “Cut the bullshit John.  You didn’t come here to exaggerate and articulate the finer points of my personality quirks.”

“For once Nikki, you’re right.”  He sighs, snaps a twig from a Manzanita bush and crumples the flakey bark betwixt his fingers.  “I’m leaving.  This town is a PO-dunk backwoods redneck nightmare and to be frank, I’m sick of it.  The very sight of it makes me ill...”
 
“You say that as if it's news to me.”  She says it with a slackened jaw and a nonchalant shrug, but still her voice wavers and John notices her dirty fingertips quiver ever-so-slightly.  Most would disregard it as an insignificant gesture, but not John.  He saw it for what it was, an opening.  Weakness.

“Awe.  Don't look so glum.  The best part of something ending is that you get to start something new, right?”  There's a smirk in his voice, a gloat creasing in his lips and curving up his cheeks.  “Your exact words.  Verbatim.”
Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues
Sometimes when I get stoned in the early morning, I narrate epics to myself.  It’s not necessarily fiction, it is more often than not something that pertains to my life or someone I know.  Sometimes though its this single snippet of time I can’t seem to shake from my imagination.  It keeps replaying.  
And really, it’s less than a memory.  More like a blurred swoon of sensations that I can’t mix into the right order.  Echoes of an event speaking through slurred recognition.
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Lightning glances off glass
confined within the cracks
Still champagne pours from the carafe
crystal grimaces glaring back.

The slam, slabs of meat.  Guttural groaning, moaning.
Yes.  I need more.
Wine and whiskey;
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It’s not just because they told you, not only because it is inherently wrong, but because it feels wrong.
I'm more than aware of your inability to understand and maybe it’s because I can never describe it properly.  
But yes, despite popular belief, wanting certain things can be wrong, it can be immoral.

Though honestly, I never meant to try so hard.  I had never analyzed every situation so thoroughly and had someone tell me ‘fuck you, start over’.  Not exactly in those words, more like ‘you think too much.  I have no answers.

Now guilt was the aspect that really had me giggling.  It had me gurgling and spitting sideways.  How hilarious that you thought yourself not culpable.  I paused to smirk at the audacity but had long since learned not to question you.  

Time passes without so much as a blink; a shrug, a sigh, a wink  You are an enigma; unreachable, inescapable.
Reality TV #8
More of a rant than an actual piece...  I want hone my skills but I feel more and more sloppy as the days go on.  
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i.

                               Tonight is different.
Genevieve pauses, watching layers of fog ascend forward from the darkness.  The ominous mist slinks onward as it settles against her taunt muscles.  Vapor coils along her skin like venom; tangible and prickling.
She allows herself timid inhales of February.  Every breath sparks arctic shockwaves through her nervous system.  Glacial streaks echo between her tissues; ever-so-silent, sickening her.  Genevieve then slows, listening to iced-oxygen as it hardens between blood cells.

                     The cold feels like boulders in my lungs.
She begins to feel so unexpectedly heavy in her skin.  Sluggish steps wade through the freshly frozen streets.  Genevieve is weary, still she saunters forward.  Unwilling muscles contract in unison, unconsciously clenching for heat.  She shudders, shivers rippling out from her shoulder bones.

                     There had always been a choice, even now.
Pink puny fingers flex against frozen palms, clenching in an attempt to force the shivers from strained phalanges.  Still convulsions continue quaking out from tensed flesh and into perspiring fists.  Her every fiber aches; stiff, taunt, but still freezing cold.

                          A whisper, an echo.  Maybe a nightmare.
                              (  blood  is  thicker  than  water  )
And it is here, beneath a softened jaundice glow, that Genevieve gives in.  Clutching a frosty streetlight as she submits.  
 
And for the first time in a long time Genevieve is unsure of herself.                                                                                                                                



ii.

                       Sometimes we were the same person.
Samara looked to the stars, hypnotized by fireflies caught in a glass ceiling.  Flickers that flared within infinite layers of obsidian cellophane.  Samara was silent.  A timid breeze unfurled from the atmosphere, flitting across the treetops and reaching for her skin.  It felt lithe; delicate.  Soothing as it kissed betwixt her fingers.




iii.

Michael loved her, the girl with elusive eyes and vaporized emotions.  Julia.  But sadly,
Michael also enjoyed swallowin' a few too many.  And most of the time, he couldn't decide which he loved more.  Sloppy compliments would spurt from his split lips.
             Julia's eyes are grey, but they used to be silver.
And sometimes, he didn't really know.  He had truly forgotten she was gone.
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Genevieve was the whore, a fish-eyed squinty bitch.

Samara struggled. She may have been impulsive, rash and grossly inaccurate, but she was pure. Beauty spilled from her spirit.

Julia still tells people she’s invisible.


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Michael was a fuck up.
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‘You don’t know me.  Fuck, I don’t even know me.’  She flicks the rest of her cigarette, fidgety and irritated.  
I watch her fumble through her bag for another one, desperately needing the distraction.

‘I don’t need to know you.  I see you.’

“The fuck is that ‘sposed to mean?’

‘You’re an absolute billboard.’

Laurie adjusts her posture, deliberately narrowing her eyes in my direction.  
‘You think that college degree makes you any different than me?  All those ‘harvardettes’ you love so much, they wouldn’t share a single glance with you if they knew you sprang from the same shit-shack as me.’

And I can only scowl in vexation, feeling prickles of anger spark up my spine.  Still I sigh in response, close my eyes, trying to calm myself.  I didn’t come back to this hellhole to argue.  I came to ask her, to plead her
‘Laurie.  Please come with me?’

‘Why?  So I can be around more intellects like you?  Spoiled little snots that treat me like the shit beneath their shoes?  No way.  I’d rather be trickin’ on the side of the highway, givin’ head to some sweaty trucker or a balding married men who can’t get it up for his washed-up overweight wife.  At least there’s honesty in that.’

‘What about dignity, little sister?’

‘Dignity?  Don’t feed me that line of bullshit.  Dignity is like self-esteem, it’s something you can give and take from yourself.  And where’s the shame in selling sex?  I’m good at it, why not make some money from it?  You afraid of me tarnishing the family name?  Ahh sweet Josie, daddy’s little princess till the end...
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Daddy's Little Girl
Attempting to develop some distinct characters... so far Laurie is turning out to be a quite crass.
Wasn't sure how to end this one but I'm more than certain I will be continuing it.
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I apologize about the impromptu title.  It's been over a year since I made a journal entry...  I've been long since overdue.  Anyhow...I'm not entirely sure if anyone still reads my journal entries.  Especially since I haven't bothered to write one in so long.  
I've been writing more frequently, thankfully, but I'm attempting to edit and refine the pieces before submitting. Hopefully I'll get my skills up to snuff sooner rather than later.

On a lighter note, I went to an Amon Amarth and Skeleton Witch concert last saturday.  Sabboton played too, but I didn't really care for them.  The vocalist was sort of a yutz.  I got really dehydrated and attempted to stay out of the pit but there was no escape from the sweaty mass of swaying bodies.  The violent undulating amoeba swelled to engulf me and I was perpetuated back into the primal invigorating brawl.

Fin.
  • Mood: Lazy
  • Listening to: Filthy Habits by The Flatliners

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coby01 Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Thank you so much for the +fav  :icon1stbutterflykiss:
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Thanks for the llama
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PolyLove-Draws Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the Llama, I really enjoy your writting style! You're very talented and I can't wait to see new work! :)
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Shannon175 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you for the llama my friend :D
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You are most welcome ;)
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Thank you so much for the llama!
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Thanks for the awesome llama! I'll treasure it forever. I am a dummy! 
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Many, many thanks for the favorite. ♥
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Thanks for the fav!! :happybounce:
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