Upper extremity. Fresh bruises.
You'd never see a shade of purple as beautiful as blood that clots on skin.
It's tender. And raw. And it aches.
Jokes on these goons. I'm a fucking masochist.
It bothers me though. Why are we in an office?
Have I reached the maximum level of being beaten up that the location has been upgraded?
For the next preferment, I hope they do it in an alley. That would be an appropriate setting.
The fuck is up with dragging me to an adult store or male's comfort room after bashing my head to a wall with a life-sized barbie doll?
Crazy bastards.
If my father was alive, I would kill him.
“You know why you're living such a shitty life?” The madam, a woman with a pixie cut wearing an ugly jacket, asked.
“My father owes you. And because he rejected you when you were in high school because you have a terrible sense of style.”
I bet the whole of Chinatown knows that. Damn fashion terrorist.
Here it is. The slap train.
It's just so crisp - the sound of it, the feel of it. Ugh.
Is this the side effect of being touch-deprived?
The answer rings sharply on my ears. It's almost as if I dislocated my jaw.
“You bitch,” she spat. “I'm going to -”
Fortunately, her next train of thought seemed to calm her down as she let go of my hair and sat on her cheetah-printed sofa.
“I'm going to give you three months. Full payment in cash or I'm going to sell your organs.”
Unfortunately, her next train of thought was to kill me.
“Three months,” I trailed off. “Surprisingly is a long time.”
“You don't look scared.”
“I've seen it coming from across the street. I see a lot from my room window.”
“Crazy bitch.”
Here's the thing about death. It doesn't look that much if you're looking at it from my room window.
According to Sartre, hell is other people.
He's right. Hell is here on Earth.
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Dear Kafka
Romance[CPN] Riko was nearing the end of her life. What she decided to do for the remainder of it was to find someone to love. She never knew it would be so beautiful, maddening...turbulent. She got what she wanted and Lord knows it was the first time.
