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Writing..again, just moshing around the old author cells.
Three crushed packs of Liewithme cigarettes lay like empty egg shells on his desk, the Surgeon General Warning still scrolling over thier plasticy surfaces catching on white noise amongst the creases. Leed sat in green swivle chair, his long legs sprawling over the floor, silently pondering and turning the platinum stud in his nose. An antique phone from the 2010 sat off its reciever, letting out the painful cry of a disconected conversation. Two hours had passed, the operator's voice had stopped its melodious command to re dial. It was dark in his small studio apartment and he liked it that way, no lights just pitch and silence to keep him company.
A knock on his door and a mechanical voice awoke him from his drowsey thoughts of murder.
Three crushed packs of Liewithme cigarettes lay like empty egg shells on his desk, the Surgeon General Warning still scrolling over thier plasticy surfaces catching on white noise amongst the creases. Leed sat in green swivle chair, his long legs sprawling over the floor, silently pondering and turning the platinum stud in his nose. An antique phone from the 2010 sat off its reciever, letting out the painful cry of a disconected conversation. Two hours had passed, the operator's voice had stopped its melodious command to re dial. It was dark in his small studio apartment and he liked it that way, no lights just pitch and silence to keep him company.
A knock on his door and a mechanical voice awoke him from his drowsey thoughts of murder.