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What Did I Kill Back There?Who says a mind is different
Than its been or ever cared to be
When its high
Contorted like a paper clip
Bending oddities serving the utmost purpose
But its far from any familiar pain of order
Like a fractured rubber bone
Its only angst is in the let(come)down
Normalcy has long since
Whipped back to suffering
Please hold onto this amazement
Rubber stamp the ticket again
For the return trip
A mother waves
Goodbye to a bus
And a child inside
Snickers and chides at what
Mother doesnt know
As she goes home and irons uniforms
Little Timmys recesses speak of
Being drug enhanced and pompous
But the second pot of coffee is gone
Back at home and the pile
Is starched and folded
With arresting speedy prowess
Who the fuck can say theyre alive
When theyre so low
Thoughts hackneyed and commonplace
Alive! and bright!
As a possum scurrying about a gravel road
Right in the path of a truck
Full of stale and humdrum effects
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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