The problem with insomnia is you’re awake. Fully functional and aware to every beat, thump, pump, slick, lick, rick, prick, oh now you’re just getting wordy aren’t you? That’s the thing, আপনি are as awake as আপনি are asleep, you're neither. অভিনয় out on muscle memory as আপনি slug through the day, never were আপনি fully asleep অথবা fully awake. You’re just there. Like an single স্ল্যাশ mark in the world, adding yourself, thinking আপনি belong when really, you’re just a number.
A number that no one will ever count on.
No one will rely on.
Lean on.
Carry on.
Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, আপনি stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.
“You have a minute?”
আপনি do, but আপনি won’t. Above the thick rims, আপনি can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather Mr.English, শ্রদ্ধার্ঘ্য his neatly steam-press Marc Polo elbows onto your property. আপনি swore at that moment, আপনি wanted, needed to beat him down. Suffocate his pseudo accent with that godawful tie until your knuckles bare whiter than peaking tanlines. আপনি hate this man. Walking around like people even enjoy his presence, his spiels actually worth something. Mr. English, sure he has আরো "mangrit" than আপনি can ever achieve, but at least আপনি can catch a clue as if it was painted blue.
"Something had whisk me away tonight, do আপনি mind filling in for me?"
আপনি can, but আপনি wouldn't but আপনি still accept. Anything to get his purple patch স্বতস্ফূর্ত out of there. Though, who did he fight?
আপনি ask.
"Oh! This. It's nothing just a tussle I had, have আপনি ever gotten in a good round of fisticuffs before?"
Snap.
আপনি snapped, all because আপনি didn't want to lie about never getting into a fight before. It wasn't that আপনি were scared of confrontation, আপনি just haven't, well until now.
On your heels, your lurch forward. Fingers leeching onto that shitty, green tie and as soon as your digits felt silk, around and around they looped the smooth grooves of the tie. Quickly, আপনি hooked and yank the tie back in the means of arching English muscle. আপনি felt him, ribcage expanding to his flaring nostrils sucking in air as আপনি sat on শীর্ষ of his stomach. In the void, he shout a call for distress and yet, he's staring.
At
You.
As he whimpers underneath each and every swipe of knuckles across his pulsing cheeks. Jake's lips are still moving, forming a single word that seems utterly foreign to the drums of the ears perched beside your head. What is he saying? Who is he whimpering? Why is he still conscious? In the midst of your confusion, আপনি cease your rampage. Loosening your grip, Jake head falls back in collection of blood leaking from his off-center nose and your panting. Gulping back the blood from your bitten tongue, আপনি wipe the sweat beading across your brow. Still আপনি sat on শীর্ষ of him, wondering how are আপনি going fund আপনি Ikea furnished প্রথমপাতা now. Until, আপনি felt a tug against your shirt. Fingers streaked red and again, আপনি averted your gaze back to him.
"You okay?"
Snap.
আপনি shake আপনি head. You're back on your chair and your awake from your dream. আপনি began to nod your furiously to shoo Mr. English away.
"You don't want to die without any scars now do you?"
No, no আপনি don't.
"Then live a little! Go out on an adventure, lad." He hoot, "well, if আপনি best be needing me. I'll be in my office."
-
আপনি are awake.
Wide awake, and আপনি can see just about everything. Shutting the glass door shut, আপনি began to make way down the street. It's 2am, and you're still up this unnatural hour. আপনি should be in bed, tucked away in a dream instead of staying up as if you're running some blog অথবা পাঠ করা some story to get your sexual frustrations out. However, আপনি are here. Walking along the road listening to the honks, skids, flicker of the street.
"Hey loser."
Stopping আপনি turn to face the উৎস of noise, to the left আপনি see him. Back aligning to wall, hips shot as his hands violate his pockets, he's calling you.
"You lookin' a lil lonely, ya' need some Strider lovin', babe?" Southern roots bare between the smirk gliding along his lips.
This is how আপনি meet Dave Strider.
He was new in town, coming from someplace down south আপনি knew wasn't important to care for. Despite being in town for a week, he already found work: A waiter at this restaurant, cashier at this record store and this other place আপনি couldn't recall because Dave got bored talking about useless, mind-numbing shit that no one is going to care about. According to Dave," the only shit people are going to remember is how much আপনি make. They don't give a fuck if you're popping eight balls so hard, Snoop Dog got আপনি on speed dial all they care about is আপনি how আপনি going to get Snoop Dog to perform at their shitty party. Just so they can say,'I bet your man can't do that.'"
In truth, that's all everybody cares about. Who's Alpha and who's Beta. We only ask people how their doing so we can tell them we're doing better than them, to put them in their place just so আপনি can feel better for yourself. আপনি are no malicious person, আপনি are a simply a human being in this materialistic society আপনি were carved in. আপনি are a copy, of a copy, of a copy but আপনি want to be the better copy. To better, to be closer to the original just to beat the original and become the best. If the world were to end, it will end with আপনি on top.
আপনি are Dave's bitch.
And you're not complaining.
Dave gets your pants off in public, and আপনি allow him. He's calling আপনি the "finest piece of ass" he's ever seen other than his own, and damn don't আপনি feel special. Just the way Dave is leading আপনি to the side of the building, আপনি knew he had done this before. He sliding like no man should ever be legally to do so, criminally smooth he push আপনি against the wall. The leather strap slip from your grasp to supply mutes. আপনি are not his first, and neither is he yours but আপনি will damn if আপনি ব্যক্ত আপনি lying when আপনি say he doesn't excite you. That he doesn't get your blood pumping faster than anybody you've been with. The thought of him, ringing those rosy lips along your shaft, his পরাকাষ্ঠা tongue thumbing through those full, plump lips tented your slacks.
আপনি পায়জামা pooled around your ankles, already Dave ঘুঘু right in. Placing sloppy kisses over the cotton briefs, closing your eyes আপনি let Dave work আপনি into a puddle of nothing. আপনি sighed, Dave.
আপনি open your eyes once more, making sure Dave was there. Making sure Dave wasn't another one of your dreams.
আপনি see a টেলিভিশন screen, not Dave Strider.
Disappointments, disappointments everywhere. That's the problem with insomnia, you're never really awake অথবা asleep. You're just there. Filling a void in the world up until your অন্তিম দিন date. What's the point of lying in bed, আপনি have work to go to. Getting up, আপনি make way towards your bedroom, pop a few pills and get your গাধা in the shower. Cutting a corner, আপনি start to wonder. Was there a person even name Dave Strider? What is he? Wait, আপনি know the answer.
He's not you.
আপনি wish আপনি could've gotten at least a phone num- dear god what the fuck is that? Sitting on শীর্ষ of your computer, what kind of doll requires that long of a fucking nose? Holy shit, what the fuck. Though, আপনি couldn't help but to indulge in curiousity. Rolling your step along the carpet, আপনি ease your way to mysterious beast. That thing can explode, rob you, multiply, আপনি don't even know. Huh? Your computer is on.
turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: sup
TG: ever need company
TG: আপনি know who to call
TG: not that ghostbuster shit
TG: speaking of which nice boxers kid feels pretty damn nice
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
আপনি are Dave's booty call.
A number that no one will ever count on.
No one will rely on.
Lean on.
Carry on.
Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, আপনি stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.
“You have a minute?”
আপনি do, but আপনি won’t. Above the thick rims, আপনি can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather Mr.English, শ্রদ্ধার্ঘ্য his neatly steam-press Marc Polo elbows onto your property. আপনি swore at that moment, আপনি wanted, needed to beat him down. Suffocate his pseudo accent with that godawful tie until your knuckles bare whiter than peaking tanlines. আপনি hate this man. Walking around like people even enjoy his presence, his spiels actually worth something. Mr. English, sure he has আরো "mangrit" than আপনি can ever achieve, but at least আপনি can catch a clue as if it was painted blue.
"Something had whisk me away tonight, do আপনি mind filling in for me?"
আপনি can, but আপনি wouldn't but আপনি still accept. Anything to get his purple patch স্বতস্ফূর্ত out of there. Though, who did he fight?
আপনি ask.
"Oh! This. It's nothing just a tussle I had, have আপনি ever gotten in a good round of fisticuffs before?"
Snap.
আপনি snapped, all because আপনি didn't want to lie about never getting into a fight before. It wasn't that আপনি were scared of confrontation, আপনি just haven't, well until now.
On your heels, your lurch forward. Fingers leeching onto that shitty, green tie and as soon as your digits felt silk, around and around they looped the smooth grooves of the tie. Quickly, আপনি hooked and yank the tie back in the means of arching English muscle. আপনি felt him, ribcage expanding to his flaring nostrils sucking in air as আপনি sat on শীর্ষ of his stomach. In the void, he shout a call for distress and yet, he's staring.
At
You.
As he whimpers underneath each and every swipe of knuckles across his pulsing cheeks. Jake's lips are still moving, forming a single word that seems utterly foreign to the drums of the ears perched beside your head. What is he saying? Who is he whimpering? Why is he still conscious? In the midst of your confusion, আপনি cease your rampage. Loosening your grip, Jake head falls back in collection of blood leaking from his off-center nose and your panting. Gulping back the blood from your bitten tongue, আপনি wipe the sweat beading across your brow. Still আপনি sat on শীর্ষ of him, wondering how are আপনি going fund আপনি Ikea furnished প্রথমপাতা now. Until, আপনি felt a tug against your shirt. Fingers streaked red and again, আপনি averted your gaze back to him.
"You okay?"
Snap.
আপনি shake আপনি head. You're back on your chair and your awake from your dream. আপনি began to nod your furiously to shoo Mr. English away.
"You don't want to die without any scars now do you?"
No, no আপনি don't.
"Then live a little! Go out on an adventure, lad." He hoot, "well, if আপনি best be needing me. I'll be in my office."
-
আপনি are awake.
Wide awake, and আপনি can see just about everything. Shutting the glass door shut, আপনি began to make way down the street. It's 2am, and you're still up this unnatural hour. আপনি should be in bed, tucked away in a dream instead of staying up as if you're running some blog অথবা পাঠ করা some story to get your sexual frustrations out. However, আপনি are here. Walking along the road listening to the honks, skids, flicker of the street.
"Hey loser."
Stopping আপনি turn to face the উৎস of noise, to the left আপনি see him. Back aligning to wall, hips shot as his hands violate his pockets, he's calling you.
"You lookin' a lil lonely, ya' need some Strider lovin', babe?" Southern roots bare between the smirk gliding along his lips.
This is how আপনি meet Dave Strider.
He was new in town, coming from someplace down south আপনি knew wasn't important to care for. Despite being in town for a week, he already found work: A waiter at this restaurant, cashier at this record store and this other place আপনি couldn't recall because Dave got bored talking about useless, mind-numbing shit that no one is going to care about. According to Dave," the only shit people are going to remember is how much আপনি make. They don't give a fuck if you're popping eight balls so hard, Snoop Dog got আপনি on speed dial all they care about is আপনি how আপনি going to get Snoop Dog to perform at their shitty party. Just so they can say,'I bet your man can't do that.'"
In truth, that's all everybody cares about. Who's Alpha and who's Beta. We only ask people how their doing so we can tell them we're doing better than them, to put them in their place just so আপনি can feel better for yourself. আপনি are no malicious person, আপনি are a simply a human being in this materialistic society আপনি were carved in. আপনি are a copy, of a copy, of a copy but আপনি want to be the better copy. To better, to be closer to the original just to beat the original and become the best. If the world were to end, it will end with আপনি on top.
আপনি are Dave's bitch.
And you're not complaining.
Dave gets your pants off in public, and আপনি allow him. He's calling আপনি the "finest piece of ass" he's ever seen other than his own, and damn don't আপনি feel special. Just the way Dave is leading আপনি to the side of the building, আপনি knew he had done this before. He sliding like no man should ever be legally to do so, criminally smooth he push আপনি against the wall. The leather strap slip from your grasp to supply mutes. আপনি are not his first, and neither is he yours but আপনি will damn if আপনি ব্যক্ত আপনি lying when আপনি say he doesn't excite you. That he doesn't get your blood pumping faster than anybody you've been with. The thought of him, ringing those rosy lips along your shaft, his পরাকাষ্ঠা tongue thumbing through those full, plump lips tented your slacks.
আপনি পায়জামা pooled around your ankles, already Dave ঘুঘু right in. Placing sloppy kisses over the cotton briefs, closing your eyes আপনি let Dave work আপনি into a puddle of nothing. আপনি sighed, Dave.
আপনি open your eyes once more, making sure Dave was there. Making sure Dave wasn't another one of your dreams.
আপনি see a টেলিভিশন screen, not Dave Strider.
Disappointments, disappointments everywhere. That's the problem with insomnia, you're never really awake অথবা asleep. You're just there. Filling a void in the world up until your অন্তিম দিন date. What's the point of lying in bed, আপনি have work to go to. Getting up, আপনি make way towards your bedroom, pop a few pills and get your গাধা in the shower. Cutting a corner, আপনি start to wonder. Was there a person even name Dave Strider? What is he? Wait, আপনি know the answer.
He's not you.
আপনি wish আপনি could've gotten at least a phone num- dear god what the fuck is that? Sitting on শীর্ষ of your computer, what kind of doll requires that long of a fucking nose? Holy shit, what the fuck. Though, আপনি couldn't help but to indulge in curiousity. Rolling your step along the carpet, আপনি ease your way to mysterious beast. That thing can explode, rob you, multiply, আপনি don't even know. Huh? Your computer is on.
turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: sup
TG: ever need company
TG: আপনি know who to call
TG: not that ghostbuster shit
TG: speaking of which nice boxers kid feels pretty damn nice
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
আপনি are Dave's booty call.
