Re: returning is ever so holy. take elevendyhundrednesrithenDecember 8 2004, 21:43:36 UTC
getting in my car, i look up and adjust the rearview mirror. i dont se how it was capable to shift its possition, bgut i give this little though and plud the key into the ignition. My scalp hurts and my eyes water from exhaustian. how long have i been awake? i wonder. what else is there to do tonight? i could care less, feeling only for music and sleep now. sex was the last thing on my mind, though if nicole called begging me, ofcourse i would consent, that beautiful limber vixson.BAH! this trip is a joke, and that dinnys sign gleaming over the pseudo-lake retention pond is just making my eyes hurt more. the cold air from the A/C feels good. my head resting on the steering wheel, i slowly slip into a state of relaxation and slight euphoria.
Suddenly, i hear a loud scrape, turning my head quickly just as a large urbanite finishes keying the drivers door of my car. the euphoria is utterly done, and now only rage remains. i dont pay any attention to what he is doing now; only swing the door wide open and swiftly excell through my saftey restraints with the slightest of eas.i stand up in the cool parking lot, slamming hte door behind me. there is no caution in my actions, and i glare at the small black man with disgust and revultion. hes standing there with his dirty dickies pants and his thick sports jacket with an ugly grin on his face. too ungly to describe. this only makes me angrier, forcing me to advance steadily towards him, shouting profanity and offensive vulgarities as if he were a dog who's shit on the rug. my fists raising, i was prepared to strike with full hforce, completely aiming to shatter what ugliness he had of a face and watching his empty husk fall limp to the parking lot like a doll...
Suddenly, i hear a loud scrape, turning my head quickly just as a large urbanite finishes keying the drivers door of my car. the euphoria is utterly done, and now only rage remains. i dont pay any attention to what he is doing now; only swing the door wide open and swiftly excell through my saftey restraints with the slightest of eas.i stand up in the cool parking lot, slamming hte door behind me. there is no caution in my actions, and i glare at the small black man with disgust and revultion. hes standing there with his dirty dickies pants and his thick sports jacket with an ugly grin on his face. too ungly to describe. this only makes me angrier, forcing me to advance steadily towards him, shouting profanity and offensive vulgarities as if he were a dog who's shit on the rug. my fists raising, i was prepared to strike with full hforce, completely aiming to shatter what ugliness he had of a face and watching his empty husk fall limp to the parking lot like a doll...
...but he was ready for me
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