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chris sat playing the organ over my still twitching body. something in my nervous system refused to die, sending short spazems through my legs, causing them to twitch in a most undignified way. chris was getting really into a doors esque improvization on electric organ, then switched suddenly over to a sharp electric piano, then to a chime set. he'd been hitting the eastern influences pretty hard lately. i soon realized we was now just trying to figure out sitar riffs on his more learned instrument. i knew soon he would sit down beside me on the afgan rug and start trying to play it on the eastern instrument. any time chris played a new instrument he vollied back and forth between short, well crafted and pretty sounding riffs and a sudden clang of the insturment followed by an engraged "fuck!" it made for a rather jaring experience overall. chris paused for a minute and looked over to the screen. hanna montana was doing her homework on the floor while a brown dove sat at her desk. the two were having a slow conversation about how it sucked that hanna's mom made her keep the door to her room open when she had doves over. the conversation had a lot of awkward pauses. chris leaned back on his stool and placed an index finger, giving out a slight "hm."
Chris stepped over my body, moving to his high backed computer chair. One of his feet touched the wet patch of blood which was quickly forming under my skull. Chris looked down, giving a deep sigh. "Oh well" he thought. "Maybe i can get my landlord to fix it. They are very concerned with this place looking presentable." Through a lucky turn it was just then that the first of the month happened and the landlord stepped through the door. "who are you?" asked chris, more curious than confused.
"i'm the FUCKING LANDLORD" said the landlord. He was the new landlord. He had killed chris' old landlord that afternoon. I can see it....what? he had killed the old landlord, beaten him in a sword fight for the landlordship. he had won. chris now had to pay the new landlord, which he did. he then showed the new landlord the stain my corpse was leaving. The landlord said he'd send over someone to replace it, but that chris may only get half his damage depost back because of it. chris shrugged, saying that was pretty fair.
Chris stepped over my body, moving to his high backed computer chair. One of his feet touched the wet patch of blood which was quickly forming under my skull. Chris looked down, giving a deep sigh. "Oh well" he thought. "Maybe i can get my landlord to fix it. They are very concerned with this place looking presentable." Through a lucky turn it was just then that the first of the month happened and the landlord stepped through the door. "who are you?" asked chris, more curious than confused.
"i'm the FUCKING LANDLORD" said the landlord. He was the new landlord. He had killed chris' old landlord that afternoon. I can see it....what? he had killed the old landlord, beaten him in a sword fight for the landlordship. he had won. chris now had to pay the new landlord, which he did. he then showed the new landlord the stain my corpse was leaving. The landlord said he'd send over someone to replace it, but that chris may only get half his damage depost back because of it. chris shrugged, saying that was pretty fair.