Effluvium //m.h.//
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Huling na-publish Sun, Jan 20, 2019
(ih-floo-vee-uhm)
a foul smelling vapor, gas, or
other exhalation.
"Alright, now what's your name?"
He passed it to me.
"Bee."
I took a drag and held it.
"Like the letter?"
His eyebrow lifted. I let the smoke go.
"No." I said. "Like the insect that flies around. That kind of bee."
He nodded.
"I've never heard that before."
I passed it back to him. He took a drag.
"Of course you haven't. You haven't heard hardly anything. You're twenty-three."
He let it go.
"Well how old are you then?"
He smirked and handed it back to me.
"Twenty-two."
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So far, it's alright.
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❝ Hello. It seems that you are struggling with those, please let me help you. ❞ Oh, a boy's voice. I was about to inform him wholeheartedly that I'm grateful for the kindness but I can do it myself, but the moment I look up is I felt the moment had stopped. . There's no way, right? You've got to be joking if it's true. But it's so real to be ignored, his blond locks, his eyes that once held coldness was changed to complete bright one and the mole. The mole under his lip located on the right side. And the familiar uniform that belongs to one and only. . It's him. The Momotaro who almost killed me back then! ©: RukkshevanhaKumpleto
The Radio Station
"I'm still not quite used to these proper radio interviews." He said as he reshuffled the headset over his clean shaven mohawk. "It all... feels so professional." She laughed in response to that, "Well, it's nice to know I'm doing my job right, then!" A sort of different story compared to what I've done in the past. Small snippets in time, across quite a bit of time, focused around radio interviews. Almost all of Matty's interview answers are verbatim transcribed from various interviews, but it's what happens around those answers that's the important stuff.Kumpleto
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At Their Very Best
He lights his cigarette and inhales without looking at you once. Blowing out the fire in your hand, he looks to the audience and explains how he's in control of everything and everyone around him. That when he said the word "stop" he was able to bring the whole production to a halt.Kumpleto
"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."
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