Σάββατο, 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

She's fine




"Haha! I'm fine" she said.
"I'm fine. This is a beautiful fucking-day!" she said. She looked at the sky, her head leaning upwards, her arms Christ-like-open wide, she whirled herself around looking at the bright sun. "This is awesome, guys. This is a wonderful, wonderful day. I mean, the fucking air! I love its smell! It's invigorating! Haha."
She had this big smile,
perfect for a sunny stroll in the park;
maybe a bit too painful in the face-muscles.
Without the pain there is no gain. You HAVE to look normal. You can't always have the face of a person that hates the air they are breathing. No one likes to look at dead staring eyes. Show some emotion, child! There ya go! Good lad! It's such a beautiful fucking day, isn't it?
"Haha, I'm fine" she said,
"HAHAHA" she said,
"HAHAHAHA I'm fiiine" she said some more.
"I'm fine, I'm fine" she whispered, her heart pumping
as they do
-the bloody buggers-
Maybe a little bit too fast.
Maybe a little bit too distressing.
Maybe for too many days.
-the over-working little buggers-
It was an excellent day. And a marvellous walk. She fare-welled her precious friends and took her way home.
Inside the house,
she took this big-ass kitchen knife.
Went to the bathroom, spread her legs
Christ-like wide open,
-on the floor-
and hit it directly inside her vagina, with the help of the weight of a big-ass rock she collected on her way home.
Her diary that day wrote:

               Dear diary,

                                         I'm fine.





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