The Mystery Blood / Dodging The Bullet
There was a puddle of blood in the middle of Jane's kitchen floor one night. The only explanation was Jane's sister Celina; she picks her nose a lot. It wasn't hers.
Jane and I are victoms of incubus, including sleep paralysis attacks. We have this aura around us that generates incredibly high spirit levels meaning that anywhere there is spirit activity they will linger around us and follow us home.
This Mystery Blood had to be solved.
Jane snaps into different dimensions. I think she unintentionally opens up portals or some shit. I don't know how, she just does okay.
I'm bad luck, and I've been seeing them since I was two years old. They fuck with me in my dreams and alters my own sense of reality.
Then, I met her friend Mike. He talks to them.
Put the three of us together GG mother fucker!!!
Dodging The Bullet
Unfortunately, I was too chicken shit. My experience with spirits and poltergeist is ridiculous, but mainly because I'm crippled. There is no escape.
Mike asked me to be his girlfriend about four times in a span of a month. I said no each time. The thing was, after coming out of the worse relationship I've ever had in my life I dislocated my knee and guys suddenly showed interest in me all at once.
What. the. fuck. man. I was in the most sticky situations. (I couldn't believe guys or people in general even liked me) I compared them all and narrowed them down.
Mike was hopeless.
He's a texture/concept artist (video game developer), unmotivated and unemployed. He's twenty-three, has no ride, no flow, does jack shit every day, and spends his mom's money on pot.
You gotta be kidding me.
...He asked for a chance, and I gave it to him.
And he played my heart strings delicately like a harp with razorblades.
On our first date - someone died on the subway, Our second - two guys got shot across the street from us, third - a roof exploded and fell on someone etc. It always rained when we were together.
I loved being with him. I was always against PDA, but with Mike everything shuts off around me and I just don't care. I loved how he held and kissed me with his ruby red lips, hold my hand even when we looked odd together, tell me my big eyes make him nervous, his animated expressions and humour, cook him lard and make him fat but he goes out and plays basketball and smokes his lungs black LOLS, makes me roll with him in the hood (Jane and Finch) and have POPO's ask me questions, watch no cable tv, drawing pictures of me, put Resident Evil on pause to leave out the shrill chirping sounds of crickets; to lay on his bed and stare at his glow in the dark stars on his wall.
Mike is like a Magikarp.
Looks stupid and his only move is splash. I was aiming to put him under my wing and train him to be Gyarados. No rarecandy (babying), all guidance and train this shit bag.
He had nothing to offer me and I didn't care.
But since the chase was over he rejected me back due to baggage with his ex. Or its just me.
Case of the ex toll # 3.
He still wants to bLahhhh BLAHHhhh bla BLEEEEEEP BooP! But I dodged the bullet and I can't let ANYONE do this to me. If he wants history to repeat itself so be it. I offered him what I could, and if its not clear to him then there is nothing else I can say nor do. People just love the hurt, it hurts that good.
Jane says I'm misunderstood and that guys just want normal girls because thats the only thing they can understand.
"I'm pretty damn normal." I said.
She says "Pffft. You wish you were normal."
/ End
Jane and I are victoms of incubus, including sleep paralysis attacks. We have this aura around us that generates incredibly high spirit levels meaning that anywhere there is spirit activity they will linger around us and follow us home.
This Mystery Blood had to be solved.
Jane snaps into different dimensions. I think she unintentionally opens up portals or some shit. I don't know how, she just does okay.
I'm bad luck, and I've been seeing them since I was two years old. They fuck with me in my dreams and alters my own sense of reality.
Then, I met her friend Mike. He talks to them.
Put the three of us together GG mother fucker!!!
Dodging The Bullet
Unfortunately, I was too chicken shit. My experience with spirits and poltergeist is ridiculous, but mainly because I'm crippled. There is no escape.
Mike asked me to be his girlfriend about four times in a span of a month. I said no each time. The thing was, after coming out of the worse relationship I've ever had in my life I dislocated my knee and guys suddenly showed interest in me all at once.
What. the. fuck. man. I was in the most sticky situations. (I couldn't believe guys or people in general even liked me) I compared them all and narrowed them down.
Mike was hopeless.
He's a texture/concept artist (video game developer), unmotivated and unemployed. He's twenty-three, has no ride, no flow, does jack shit every day, and spends his mom's money on pot.
You gotta be kidding me.
...He asked for a chance, and I gave it to him.
And he played my heart strings delicately like a harp with razorblades.
On our first date - someone died on the subway, Our second - two guys got shot across the street from us, third - a roof exploded and fell on someone etc. It always rained when we were together.
I loved being with him. I was always against PDA, but with Mike everything shuts off around me and I just don't care. I loved how he held and kissed me with his ruby red lips, hold my hand even when we looked odd together, tell me my big eyes make him nervous, his animated expressions and humour, cook him lard and make him fat but he goes out and plays basketball and smokes his lungs black LOLS, makes me roll with him in the hood (Jane and Finch) and have POPO's ask me questions, watch no cable tv, drawing pictures of me, put Resident Evil on pause to leave out the shrill chirping sounds of crickets; to lay on his bed and stare at his glow in the dark stars on his wall.
Mike is like a Magikarp.
Looks stupid and his only move is splash. I was aiming to put him under my wing and train him to be Gyarados. No rarecandy (babying), all guidance and train this shit bag.
He had nothing to offer me and I didn't care.
But since the chase was over he rejected me back due to baggage with his ex. Or its just me.
Case of the ex toll # 3.
He still wants to bLahhhh BLAHHhhh bla BLEEEEEEP BooP! But I dodged the bullet and I can't let ANYONE do this to me. If he wants history to repeat itself so be it. I offered him what I could, and if its not clear to him then there is nothing else I can say nor do. People just love the hurt, it hurts that good.
Jane says I'm misunderstood and that guys just want normal girls because thats the only thing they can understand.
"I'm pretty damn normal." I said.
She says "Pffft. You wish you were normal."
/ End
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