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the stale mate
i am slowly bubbling underneath the mounting bile. she feeds a straw through, so i can breathe just long enough to remain conscious. then she draws it back, and gives me the privilege of thinking about what i've done.
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the webcomic
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the peace offering
i offered warmth and compromise. i wanted her to feel we were in the same boat.
she projected that we were. it's just that the boat was awash with blood, writhing eels, sperm, and disgruntled deck-hands.
and roar. too much ocean roar.
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the job hunt
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the pub-quiz
i was supposed to meet a girl for a pub-quiz. she is nice. but i got called in to work. i called her up. she seemed to understand. but i know that she was actually immensely fucked off. her saying "another time, maybe" was a euphemism for 'i am going to slice your arms, pull the arteries out like puppet strings, strangle you with them until your eyes pop out of their sockets, then put my heels through them. you fucking cunt'. which is a shame, as she seems to know quite a lot about sport.
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the way out
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the new job
i got a new job. i was introduced to the staff en masse. i was fixed with seventeen incredulous stares. i sat down, and was plunged instantly into a 'get to know you' interrogation. when i left, they knew one thing about me above all other things; that they wished to beat me to incapacity with shovels, lock me in a coal shed and then set it ablaze. i think it may take me a while to settle in.
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the costume
the gecko has started dressing up.
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the correspondence
some old friends got in touch. i say friends... they each wish to tie me to a post by the wrists and ankles, part-gut me, and hammer nails into my intestines on a table in front of me as i watch. but they seemed decorous enough, so i can't really complain.
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the view
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the move
i considered moving to a new town. i have decided against it though. it would just be another town full of even more people that would like to dismantle me and decorate their gardens with my bones. i don't want goldfish swimming through the sockets of my hollowed-out skull.
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the fear
where is everybody ?
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the girl
i made friends with a girl. we met out a couple of times. i thought we seemd to get along fine. but i've tried to call her since, and i only ever get her answerphone. i texted her, but got no reply. i don't know what's happened, but she must hate me. she probably wants to beat me to a pulp with my own jawbone, then celebrate by death by playing in my blood for days.
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the bottle
the gecko has me just where he wants me
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the angry man
a customer got mad at me today when his card was declined. he told me that i was a "cunt", and that he'd "be back soon enough". he wants to cut out my colon and feed it to me - i know it. i may not go back to work.
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