She was showered
The corners of the boxes hit her skull and shoulders,
tearing the flesh off little by little like the vandals do.
The tacky metallic god, red and blue reflections adultered the pure white walls of her chanmer. the New York Seige Press observed from behind a thick slab of polycarbonate sheeting from Home Depot. 'Duly Noted' said John Smith- The one in the tie without a face, 0.7 mm lead in blue mechanized pencil; adequately extended. it clicked over and over. All the men's stained eyes went to one direction, eerily parallel, wrinkles saying nothing. One of them fell over in seizure behind the glass, just striking the top layer of plastic behind the viewing port out of view of her. She would have saved him. but she had been taken from avoiding cracks on the New York pavement to dodging gifts in one of many rooms of the desert. It was Almost Christmas Time.
Her family had gathered in the living room, eyes darting with too much to track. The members of her family commited their hungry undersides to the imprints in the couch and knew things she didn't. with a heave and a push and a shove, like chickens venting eggs, relatives from all parts of the room unveiled with they had. her eyes dilated- the glistenand the gleam caught the momolouge inside, obsessing over it for just a few seconds. She was just a monkey,and now she knew it.
Serotonin and dopamine were the only two things she really liked, but she knew it. her eyes tracked her father's first step onto the recently cleaned off- white plush cafpet underneath all the furniture in her 'living' room she monitered the space between the four congruent walls in her head. she was addicted to molds and weaves of expensive silicon and fabric, the subconscious push and pull. as if she didn't know anything else. the presents given to her confined her guilt and tripped her wires. Every Christmas was the same way, but she had no means of escaping it. She was onlu a girl, just a girl in the suburbs of New York. All of her friends just accepted it. they needed too. So she did too. "I like shiny things" she mused, and let the faceless drum circle drone on beyond her practical control. Dad's second step set off a supressed panic attack inside, "no talking, no eye contact. Please, not now" in deliberation. did the punished and outwardlt secure infants pacing up and down the fallways at school think? Could they relate to her under their perfect, oblivious skin? she couldn't muster the strength to tell them to shut the fuck up and get real. she loved calling thses thinkgs her own, but not what they did to her cerebreal cortex. Now that it set off indide of her every time she looked at them after christmas had passed she could only them fall into a black hole of the existence's and have's sake. the flashing lisghts from China, all designed to entertain and throw out in little time. Next week. How much she hated what she had become and how she's hadnet accepted it. It was a conventient life in conditioning; in socializing it didn't feel like suc ha vacuum tearing apart her small intestines. Where was the barren earth? The mountains and the grass, free of plastisizers and lithe red ibuprofen dealers. Daddy too his third step and tightened the muscles on either side of his face, bringing the edges of his lips into a tight, subtly trembling bend reminiscent of levittown. He aggreed.
The corners of the boxes hit her skull and shoulders,
tearing the flesh off little by little like the vandals do.
The tacky metallic god, red and blue reflections adultered the pure white walls of her chanmer. the New York Seige Press observed from behind a thick slab of polycarbonate sheeting from Home Depot. 'Duly Noted' said John Smith- The one in the tie without a face, 0.7 mm lead in blue mechanized pencil; adequately extended. it clicked over and over. All the men's stained eyes went to one direction, eerily parallel, wrinkles saying nothing. One of them fell over in seizure behind the glass, just striking the top layer of plastic behind the viewing port out of view of her. She would have saved him. but she had been taken from avoiding cracks on the New York pavement to dodging gifts in one of many rooms of the desert. It was Almost Christmas Time.
Her family had gathered in the living room, eyes darting with too much to track. The members of her family commited their hungry undersides to the imprints in the couch and knew things she didn't. with a heave and a push and a shove, like chickens venting eggs, relatives from all parts of the room unveiled with they had. her eyes dilated- the glistenand the gleam caught the momolouge inside, obsessing over it for just a few seconds. She was just a monkey,
Serotonin and dopamine were the only two things she really liked, but she knew it. her eyes tracked her father's first step onto the recently cleaned off- white plush cafpet underneath all the furniture in her 'living' room she monitered the space between the four congruent walls in her head. she was addicted to molds and weaves of expensive silicon and fabric, the subconscious push and pull. as if she didn't know anything else. the presents given to her confined her guilt and tripped her wires. Every Christmas was the same way, but she had no means of escaping it. She was onlu a girl, just a girl in the suburbs of New York. All of her friends just accepted it. they needed too. So she did too. "I like shiny things" she mused, and let the faceless drum circle drone on beyond her practical control. Dad's second step set off a supressed panic attack inside, "no talking, no eye contact. Please, not now" in deliberation. did the punished and outwardlt secure infants pacing up and down the fallways at school think? Could they relate to her under their perfect, oblivious skin? she couldn't muster the strength to tell them to shut the fuck up and get real. she loved calling thses thinkgs her own, but not what they did to her cerebreal cortex. Now that it set off indide of her every time she looked at them after christmas had passed she could only them fall into a black hole of the existence's and have's sake. the flashing lisghts from China, all designed to entertain and throw out in little time. Next week. How much she hated what she had become and how she's hadnet accepted it. It was a conventient life in conditioning; in socializing it didn't feel like suc ha vacuum tearing apart her small intestines. Where was the barren earth? The mountains and the grass, free of plastisizers and lithe red ibuprofen dealers. Daddy too his third step and tightened the muscles on either side of his face, bringing the edges of his lips into a tight, subtly trembling bend reminiscent of levittown. He aggreed.
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