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Giant manta and diver. San Benedicto, Revillagigedo, Mexico by Carlos Grillo

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What now and 4/11.
Exactly. What now? Youâve gotten to the point of the story when youâre inspired, motivated, ready to run yards could you only find your shoes. Iâve gone for a run, because thatâs what I do. Now, however, in the darkness of my room, the excitement is fresh and thereâs nowhere to put it. Itâs a Monday night and itâs going to storm. Should I get drunk for the third time in a week or simply try to pull the words from my aching mind? I long for something to change myself when really it is only me who can do it. Iâm not a very strong person mentally. Ruin the routine and Iâm better off delusional.
      Anyway, when youâre like this and unable to go and re-enact a music video where the women gets grinded by an attractive man in a club that doesnât smell like sweat or vodka sunrises, you can write whatever you want. I donât care if itâs cringe-worthy, unable to flow, doesnât make sense, doesnât make sentences meet. Simply release whatâs been building up as a knot between your shoulders in the form of something creative. Mineâs here. Itâs shit. Itâs not for you, but it was hella fun to write. And though I may regret not doing something fantastical with my motivation, I can at least look back and note I did something. That something is this.
This was not the first time nor would it be the last that Vexen, returning from a graveyard shift that had then transcended into seventeen hours on the job, was scared out of his wits. The mannequin had been purposely pressed with its nose against the glass, certain to cause heart failure for anyone who went to unlock the front door. Of course who had done it was barely an investigation.
      âMarluxia!â He pushed past the mannequin (which the other man had so skilfully placed in a dress shirt and black slacks) and entered the living room. The table was a mess of fabric samples and crushed flowers, a drink on the rocks melting in the glass. He could smell the tequila and it was sickening. âBy god if youâve passed out in the bathroom again I shall throw you onto the street.â There came the sound of heeled shoes on the tiled floor of the kitchen, undisturbed by Vexenâs calls. Marluxiaâs voice, when it finally echoed quietly through the near empty house, was smooth and slow, unrushed and evidently pleased.
      âYes yes, what is it? Iâm cooking dinner.â
      âYou put the mannequin by the door again!â
      âI canât hear you. Come to the kitchenâ He did as the voice of his lover told him, walking to the granite counter and slamming open palms hard upon it. âI said,â Vexen started with a growl, âyou put that damned mannequin by the door again, and you did so intentionally, you snake!â
      âThis snake is cooking you spaghetti like a good wife, so donât complain.â The pasta boiled quietly in the pot and Marluxia hadnât looked up from the capsicum he was currently cutting, scooping into a bowl with the end of his knife. âBesides, you donât let me keep him in the bedroom anymore. Where else is he supposed to live?â
      âOutside, or better yet, in the bin for Mondayâs trash collection, dearest wifeâ Vexen scoffed, reached forward and snatched a square of capsicum from the bowl, chewing it bitterly. The meal, despite half finished, already harboured the perfect smell to have the scientist consider how long it had been since heâd eaten something fresh, healthy, an item of sustenance that hadnât been accompanied by lukewarm coffee from a decade old machine. He took a seat at the table before deciding a mundane Friday was the perfect date for that pinot noir that had been sitting without purpose under the sink. He went to retrieve it, collecting two wide glasses and placing them on the tablecloth. Marluxia, this time, had washed the damn thing.
      âMy nana told me itâs bad luck to drink wine without visitorsâ Marluxia muttered, voice near inaudible under the hissing of the full frying pan.
      âWeâre not exactly renowned for being lucky so I do believe weâll be fine.â The cork popped with little ease and Vexen poured two generous glasses, placing Marluxiaâs between the carrot peels and cutting board. He was currently stirring the sauce, deeply red with flecks of green. It smelt of comfort and winter nights. âAnd I assume this is the same ânanaâ that cut the tail off local cats.â
      âJust because sheâs crazy doesnât mean sheâs wrong. Pass me my wineâ Marluxia, without turning from the pot, held out his right hand, fingers parted enough that the stem of the wine glass could be placed between them. He took a modest sip and placed it beside the stove. âIs the table set?â
      âNoâ
      âThen set it pleaseâ
      âIâve been working mercilessly for seventeen hours!â
      âI donât care. Set the table and stop complaining or the bolognese is going on your headâ
      âWell... you left the mannequin by the door! Intentionally!â
      âGoodness, would you shut up about the fucking mannequin. Youâd think Iâd crucified a child to the front door by the way youâre going on about it.â  Â

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Agathaâs web
Drinking and implied incest so whatever. Keep reading, you nonce.
my feelings hurt as fuck but ima chill

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