Oh, geez.

She stands and wipes at her brow. Sticky, a dark black substance dabs off on her fingertips. What. The. Hell, she thinks curiously to herself. She turns and checks the rest of her physical state. Disheveled, a foot not shod reveals the wiggle of her toes. That. Is. Good, she decides confusedly to herself.

The World Needs A Hero

Death became her savior, a hero.

Import the Self

A beggar walks up to a man dressed in—what the beggar assumes is—fancy attire and humbly lowers himself to be small and frail looking. “Sir, could you spare a dollar?” The man stops in his tracks. With the beggar at his side, the man slowly turns to look the beggar in his face.

Dumb Down Man

Obviously, the need to stroke the ego of a woman runs so great that people cry over it, kill over it, die over it. He wants to make sure he sends the right message, but whatever that message ends up being is beyond his control. To do so much is all he could ever really hope to do. Nevertheless, his boss cajoles from him his absolute worst self.

Purple Circle

She steps out of the shower as he spanks her wet ass. “Hand me my face soap, will ya?” he asks from within the wet rain locker. “One sec; I gotta dry off,” she whines. 

Truth Be Lies

The only type of person worth trusting is a liar. If a liar tells you that you can trust him/her, then you know that he/she is lying, thus, you can trust that the liar will lie. If a person claims to tell the truth, this is unreliable information, for this person could be lying and misleading you into believing that he/she tells the truth. Also, as an aside, what is the word for a person who speaks the truth?

No Coming Back

She always thought that being a child was overrated. Despite what others might say to her through the desperate need to matter, her youth will not fade anytime soon. If only they knew, she mumbles, as they grasp at this reality daunted by age and bound to time like a worthless servant, extant only to service a master that will grind them back to the ash from whence they came.

Cat Map

“What do you mean the cat’s gone?”

“Ay, I. Uh, I don’t know. He’s just gone. I can’t find him anywhere.”

“What do you mean, anywhere?”

She sneaks; she shoves.

Breaking it in is the best way, she knows, to really get to know a new sex toy. This time, the lucky toy is the Ultra Deep, silicon with ribbed glass boning, in a deep, deep, purple. The glass innards can easily slip out of the thing if playtime is less rough. For now, she’ll settle for getting a quick mouthfeel of the thing.

Leaving Means Arriving

She never wanted to be here in the first place, so yea, she’s glad to be leaving, but then the reality of the situation dawns on her. Leaving here means arriving somewhere else and that elsewhere is somewhere she also does not know whether or not she will like. She just wants to go nowhere. She wants to be nowhere. And perhaps, this idyllic place is exactly all of the things that she knows she will love and want to be … stay … forever in this place that embodies all of the things she needs in a place with nothing she doesn’t want.