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Submitted by mockidol (View user info) at 2008-11-05 20:50:30 EST
I like to watch people on TV and pretend they're me; Plastic high definition facades of a face that used to be me. Pineapple needles of a long forgotten rind recede as Paul's face turns to lava and slime like mine. I extend his arms and he's rubbing against a log, his sweat soaking into the moss of a forgotten time.
He seizes while watching the ship's lights ahead and shakes his vibrator ass against my cock's head. I watch us on the screen, our plastic faces being covered in a layer of dead.
"Tomorrow," he pants in between gasping orgasmic breathes, his load cuming onto the grass below, "I'll be alive again."
"No." I whisper into his ear as the knife crosses his throat, warmth against a fluid heated bed, "Tomorrow you'll be dead."
... .. . .. ...
The cursor on the screen blinks again and I'm not sure if that was the second time or the hundredth. A voice through an overhead says something about the business type fails of playing solitaire on work time but I zone back to the screen to watch it blink again.
By balls itch and I wonder if it has something to do with that boy from the trip last week. That little tan fuck in Vietnam who sucked me in that basement while his guardian looked through the window, some de-hardening kind of peak.
There's a tap on my shoulder as I press some long instinctive hotkey combination on the computer and switch windows. "I saw that personal e-mail." The voice says.
"Wasn't hiding anything. I'm on my 'lunch."
... .. . .. ...
Paul say's one day we will all be God's. I remind him that to be a God you can never die and we've already failed the first test, we're already alive.
... .. . . ...
The compass spins like we are somewhere near the north pole but we are oddly near the equator. I tell the teenage guide of mine that the reason we are here is due to high deposits of lead in the area so that could have something to do with it. He looks at me like he forgot English in the last thirty seconds, grabs some bulbous green pod from a plant nearby and sucks on it until the milky white contents trickle down his chin.
He smiles as he wipes it away and spits on the ground. "Fuck metal." He says, "The sheik has a lot better shit than that."
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Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-11-06 16:03:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2008-11-06 10:00:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
possession
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2008-11-06 09:43:11 EST (#)
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Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-11-06 06:34:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I suspect you meant "...we will all be Gods." Amazing what a difference an apostrophe can make. I wish you would proofread this type of thing when you're sober again and then post it. It's what Hunter S. Thompson would do.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-11-06 01:10:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-11-06 01:04:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Missed something I liked the first time around.
Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-11-06 01:00:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
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Submitted by Zampano (user info) at 2008-11-05 22:53:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Liked that bit about being Gods. My style of thinking.
Submitted by RestrictionsApply (user info) at 2008-11-05 21:42:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i'll have what you're having.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-11-05 21:12:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh Mocky, I do love it when you dip into the hard drugs...
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2008-11-05 20:51:21 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Well, that was almost intentionally random...