Passive Depressive #94.5

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Passive Depressive #89

Exhale

He stared and swallowed, begging past the bitter words that threatened to come. Blood thinned and pooled in the oddest places, leaving his skin dappled and numb. His mouth smiled then died, then smiled again…rueful and kind. And he was rueful, and kind.

Passive Depressive #88

Letter Day 99: Where I been; you don’t even know

    

I Ain’t a clown killer…but I’ve killed a clown.

I didn’t plunge the knife…but I held him down.

 Truer words have never been spoken…by me, at least. Because I lie. Almost exclusively. Let us try and put that ugliness aside… in the interest of LETTER DAY! 

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Poppa AJ, Sing me a song of summertime.

Lucy Sweetmess

Passive Depressive #87

BEATS ENTROPY CREEPY SCALE

My friends and I like to play a game called Creepy touch…well I like to play it, my friends sort of endure it. The goal of this game is to transgress against the common boundaries of decency and personal space until they shudder and cringe away. Through this game, and years of intensive study, I have acquired a profound understanding of the fundaments of creepiness. Out of love and spite for you, my Children’s, I bring forth my knowledge that you might sup of it.

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Passive Depressive #86

Moving Day

 

 Let me preface this post by stating I feel like an old boot fished out of the bottom of a medical waste dumpster. I have (currently) at my disposal (approximately) the mental faculties that such a boot might possess, and my wasted visage is akin to  leather wrought from the skin of albino sea horses.

 I moved yesterday; though in retrospect It seemed more the world I had known receded away from me, leaving bare a cracked dystopian shale of residential indiscretion. That’s a tad strong. The move, however, was last minute and ill fortuned. You have to [1] understand that my new apartment wasn’t fully secured until the 31^st at noon, four hours before I had to move out my previous apartment. Half of my packing was down the mouth of our second floor garbage chute[2]; half of our moving involved walking large objects down the street to the new place, assaulted by the hoots and catcalls of passing motorists.

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