my poster just fell

[thegirlmedea]

when i woke up it was dangling by the last of the sticky-tac. and then a few seconds ago i heard a noise and thought it was mice in the wall, but it was the last of the sticky-tac giving out and peeling off. so i guess i'll hang it back up.

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Your post in Eddie-fied prose.

[tphanich]

And the posters on the wall, seemingly so innocent and vibrant, want down. They had hung gently, but remain fierce and unmoving until the last of the sticky tacs had given way to the weight of the poster. The noise had struck nerves as if they were mice in the walls, crying for attention--and the weight, a gift. To bear such a gift would be to suffer the sins of the sticky tacs. Bearing the weight again, the sticky tacs toil to uphold the poster until the next time they have such an urge to escape the mundane life of a star on the edge of reason.

We are all sticky tacs in our own regard.

(And to be honest, I don't know what a sticky tac is because all I can think of is a hybrid thumb tack that has bred with a yellow sticky note)