Angela_"Simply love"_The Star of Our Show_I gotta get out of this place
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Angela
“I remember what they said, but not who they were A dusty, blurry figment sitting in mud In a puddle With a white dress” She was obviously high. I was over poetry; I don’t think everyone got past that phase in English class. It could change a person really, give them strange emotions. It happened to me once, but it was worse because I was not high. Angela kept reciting poems that I assumed were hers, but I was unsure. She looked too natural in that basement where sunlight could creep through the half windows from above. She looked so perfect, almost like sun itself.That basement felt like hom...
"Simply love"
I was always more than happy to oblige when Margeth called me and asked me to make her happy. That meant, she wanted me to come over for a weekend. She lived far from trafficked roads in a lovely cabin. She was a little sad when I got there. She had to put down diseased trees. There was so much regret in her voice, she felt like she euthanized the trees. - “They were endangering the house.” She said while a tear rolled over her cheek. In her company, I found a measure of solace for the pain from haunting childhood wounds. We could talk for hours about a lot of things: the depths of evil, the d...
The Star of Our Show
You witness wild eyes fall upon you through splayed fingers, bringing about a sense of eerie disassociation. A couple of eager, round-skulled photographers capture you along the carpet towards the Palace of Festivals. Distended and broken arms sway with cameras like gothic trees in a fairy tale wood. You look up with hesitation and regard them without a smile. You maneuver out of the limousine and into the chaos. Ladies and gentlemen—the star of our show! The voices activate a crescendo of anxiety that make the contents of your stomach turn. A French dish with a name you cannot pronounce coup...
I gotta get out of this place
I gotta get out of this place, if it’s the last thing www.onedoor.ccI ever do.Change the words of that old song (my father’s favourite) a little bit, and it’s still true. This small town has been driving me absolutely crazy for the last few years. I’ve lived here my whole life, all 26 years of it. Pretty much everybody in town knows my history, especially the times I screwed up in high school when I wasn’t listening to the teacher and gave creative answers to questions she asked me (even though my hand wasn’t up). They are also very aware of when I started my job as a mechanic and had to pay for the re...