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Arctic. Arc-tic. Arc. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tock. A brilliant drop from the glacier is now a part of the whole dull, dark ocean. She seems to tease, the bloated whale, but in that belly there is only air. Pop. She's got guts, and they're all over you. I'm there, screaming in the riptide.
A party of teenagers crowd around a bonfire. The beach is cool, summer nights are practically bursting with life, I always thought. I never learned how to properly scale a fish, but no one cares. K picks one out of her crooked teeth. It's almost like she's smiling, her fingernail digging there, lips pulled back. She's baring arms, I say to myself. It's enough to drive anyone mad. The moan of the ocean coupled with the sheen of meat in the moonlight, and then the ragged band of hunters gorging themselves on their undeserved bounty. I'm almost crying with laughter and they don't even notice.
I'm getting tired of these parties. A pulse runs through the apartment, up the stairs, two bedrooms, the bathroom. Electronic music is constantly changing. "They think we're enchanted," I say to K. At this moment D puts needle to vinyl and blows smoke from his nostrils. Black spins, catharsis begins. "Well, we're not."
A party of teenagers crowd around a bonfire. The beach is cool, summer nights are practically bursting with life, I always thought. I never learned how to properly scale a fish, but no one cares. K picks one out of her crooked teeth. It's almost like she's smiling, her fingernail digging there, lips pulled back. She's baring arms, I say to myself. It's enough to drive anyone mad. The moan of the ocean coupled with the sheen of meat in the moonlight, and then the ragged band of hunters gorging themselves on their undeserved bounty. I'm almost crying with laughter and they don't even notice.
I'm getting tired of these parties. A pulse runs through the apartment, up the stairs, two bedrooms, the bathroom. Electronic music is constantly changing. "They think we're enchanted," I say to K. At this moment D puts needle to vinyl and blows smoke from his nostrils. Black spins, catharsis begins. "Well, we're not."