unzipped dream bag
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I met this new girl named angela. I couldnt stay away from her. I loved her and didn't know why. Her attitude embarrassed me, but in a way it roused me into cracking smiles and feeling safety. her hair was long and golden blonde. Her possesiveness scared me a bit, but then again i was attracted to it* i think she may have even been me.
I walked with her through the fair, my hand bound on top of hers with blue saran wrap. I couldn't take my eyes off how our middle fingers looked siamese, except for her nails were pointed and mine being nice (yet square) seemed better left in a book like anne of green gables.
I fell asleep with my hand cupped over her hair/forehead. kept waking up because some frat boys would bust in confused here and there to which Angela waived a fist
one busted the door with a shotgun. He pulled her by the feet and i had her by the arms. I looked for help, felt helpless but the girl that looked like donna scurried under the bed.
I dragged Angela around with him, but everywhere my hands slipped to save he beat her out of them with the end of his gun. Finally he got her, a yellow/orange mess of a face, put his hands in her pants and drug her out. I found her outside the dorm door. She wasnt alive. The door was ripped up, had plenty of holes with large shards. He'd hung her in the door itself, she'd been forced into it so hard all that was left was a bit of her nose up to her eyebrow and all of her hair swaying down.
We waited for the police by the window. saying nothing. we knew they drove by at :45 after the hour every hour. Finally one pulled in, we had 3 minutes to take her legs before we would go to court on it.
But it wasnt that simple. Cliff (this guy i barely know in reality) had hung himself on our back side of the house just before and if we didnt present his body too we knew it was over.
So I went to claim him. When I treid to cut the rope my hands swelled with flies bititng. The other girl came with a stick to ease him down. All the sudden he was stretch armstrong shaped (voodooized) down to a small doll, still resembling him exactly. She wasnt a pro at getting them free, so i gave a hefty lift to his legs. She lowered her stick on my shoulder "Thats fucking sick". I couldn't get him anywhere because of the weight. So for a long time it was just Cliff and i staring back at each other. His face lost its color, I stared at him and poked him with the stick.
i didnt feel much like getting up or ever being anywhere again except there with the company of flies and cliff..tangled up in there in the backyard stinking, the sun setting on my back and the birds cooing through the trees.
but now i'm awake and i made some chocolate milk by mixing it in the container. always loved that.
I met this new girl named angela. I couldnt stay away from her. I loved her and didn't know why. Her attitude embarrassed me, but in a way it roused me into cracking smiles and feeling safety. her hair was long and golden blonde. Her possesiveness scared me a bit, but then again i was attracted to it* i think she may have even been me.
I walked with her through the fair, my hand bound on top of hers with blue saran wrap. I couldn't take my eyes off how our middle fingers looked siamese, except for her nails were pointed and mine being nice (yet square) seemed better left in a book like anne of green gables.
I fell asleep with my hand cupped over her hair/forehead. kept waking up because some frat boys would bust in confused here and there to which Angela waived a fist
one busted the door with a shotgun. He pulled her by the feet and i had her by the arms. I looked for help, felt helpless but the girl that looked like donna scurried under the bed.
I dragged Angela around with him, but everywhere my hands slipped to save he beat her out of them with the end of his gun. Finally he got her, a yellow/orange mess of a face, put his hands in her pants and drug her out. I found her outside the dorm door. She wasnt alive. The door was ripped up, had plenty of holes with large shards. He'd hung her in the door itself, she'd been forced into it so hard all that was left was a bit of her nose up to her eyebrow and all of her hair swaying down.
We waited for the police by the window. saying nothing. we knew they drove by at :45 after the hour every hour. Finally one pulled in, we had 3 minutes to take her legs before we would go to court on it.
But it wasnt that simple. Cliff (this guy i barely know in reality) had hung himself on our back side of the house just before and if we didnt present his body too we knew it was over.
So I went to claim him. When I treid to cut the rope my hands swelled with flies bititng. The other girl came with a stick to ease him down. All the sudden he was stretch armstrong shaped (voodooized) down to a small doll, still resembling him exactly. She wasnt a pro at getting them free, so i gave a hefty lift to his legs. She lowered her stick on my shoulder "Thats fucking sick". I couldn't get him anywhere because of the weight. So for a long time it was just Cliff and i staring back at each other. His face lost its color, I stared at him and poked him with the stick.
i didnt feel much like getting up or ever being anywhere again except there with the company of flies and cliff..tangled up in there in the backyard stinking, the sun setting on my back and the birds cooing through the trees.
but now i'm awake and i made some chocolate milk by mixing it in the container. always loved that.