I had ideas. Dreams of a future forgotten, a land past. Every day we pass each other on this plane of existent, devoid of all but you. I live for the regret. One way or another, it's regret.
Showing Skin
Now a days chicks feel like showing skin is a sign of confidence, but in reality its a form of insecurity, because they have nothing else to offer other than sexuality.
Also whats with Bad Bitch? Why do these girls insist that they are a Bad Bitch. Every song I hear that refers to a bad bitch is not about someone of any worth, but about some one whose worth is good for a night. A slut, nothing but a eye candy. Did I miss something? - More on this later. Next post perhaps. In the mean time check YouTube for Bitch Bad by Lupe Fiasco.
- Creative Outlet - Story one - START
All she hears is the sound of the machines, the rhythmic beeping of what can only be assumed is her heart. The all too familiar feeling of uneasiness that only goes with being human. The feeling in her skin not yet completely connected to the mind, she is covered. A blanket perhaps? The eyelids unresponsive to her commands. How long had she been out?
Are the others still after her? Stupid question, of course they are, she knows too much. Since she trained them, she knows they will never stop. Not until she is torn asunder. Every single Pusher would be looking, and worse, only a matter of time before the Assassins.
Such a reckless jump, maybe the feeling isn't coming back? Some memory is, light, sound, a truck? Can she even move? Get up girl, if you don't, then all, was for nothing. As her mind screams at her limbs to move nothing happens. In an eternity of seconds she tries to lift her leg, first the right, then the left, when suddenly her left leg jerks, finally a connection, just a mater of time, time that is not available.
First things first. Find the priest and figure out how he tainted her, she was so sure he wasn't pure. How could she have missed it, more importantly how can she rid herself of this poison. Perhaps it wasn't The Priest. Maybe the old married coupled from before.
Are the others still after her? Stupid question, of course they are, she knows too much. Since she trained them, she knows they will never stop. Not until she is torn asunder. Every single Pusher would be looking, and worse, only a matter of time before the Assassins.
Such a reckless jump, maybe the feeling isn't coming back? Some memory is, light, sound, a truck? Can she even move? Get up girl, if you don't, then all, was for nothing. As her mind screams at her limbs to move nothing happens. In an eternity of seconds she tries to lift her leg, first the right, then the left, when suddenly her left leg jerks, finally a connection, just a mater of time, time that is not available.
First things first. Find the priest and figure out how he tainted her, she was so sure he wasn't pure. How could she have missed it, more importantly how can she rid herself of this poison. Perhaps it wasn't The Priest. Maybe the old married coupled from before.
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