Anada 132

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 · 5 years ago

  

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 .   .   .   .  .   .  .   .  .   .           "My Great Devastator" 
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 “shallow breathing” 

 these are the screams that echo in the most crowded of halls.  they bounce  
 off all the walls, the ceiling, the floor.  spinning, dancing around your  
 head.  running straight through your cranium.  a blue shot of pain.  mental  
 shutdown.  crumbling, embracing everything and nothing.  he wants to run up  
 to you and smell and taste you.  he cant touch you.  he sure as hell cant  
 touch you.  his eyes bore holes, though.  into the faces of every beautiful  
 girl.  into the chests of every handsome young man.  his eyes bore holes  
 through countless feet of solid steel. 

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 “I abstain” 

 relatively nothing can go wrong while you’re asleep.  unless you’re a  
 sleepwalker.  then you could urinate in the refrigerator or fall out the  
 window or something like that.  but, otherwise, you’re pretty safe when  
 you’re asleep.  if you fortunate enough, you wont even remember your  
 nightmares.  even though you actually control your nightmares, you never  
 really think about that while they’re going on.  you just sorta go along  
 with it, like its a movie or something.  when that evil clown is chasing you  
 through your attic, you just don’t say, hey, what the hell is this?  I’m not  
 afraid of clowns. and then you just pop his nose and he dies.  you don’t  
 think of that.  you just fucking run around until you wake up, which  
 generally happens just as the evil clown is about to finally catch you.  so,  
 in conclusion, look both ways before crossing the road. 

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 “fact leaves its ghost” 

 he stands in front of the diner with his ski mask on and his gun drawn.   
 this will be easy.  he walks in the door and shoots the first child you sees  
 right in the face.  people start screaming.  some jump under the tables.   
 some are crying.  “empty your fucking pockets... NOW!”  they all empty their  
 pockets.  he has one of the employees empty the cash register, then he walks  
 out the front door. 
  
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  .           anada 132                       by Alek  (c)2000 anada e'zine . 
       
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