SUGAR STORM.

“that’s a little pessimistic, don’t you think?” spoken as though the man had not been the poster boy for pessimism at one point or another. a gentle sigh passed thin lips as steel hues focused on the blonde. “it’s my job as a bartender to offer a friendly ear for my patrons so, go ahead. tell me all about it.”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing. the world needs more persistent assholes in it.”

“it’s too much of a cliché. a woman of your skill level should be aware of the stigma that exists against the husbands of missing women. with all respect, not all of us are murderous pieces of shit, miss. keen.” 

“better habits? remind me not to ask about the ones that aren’t all that acceptable.” though there’s the smallest ounce of curiosity beneath the response but it was eliminated at the inquisition. steel hues widened in surprise as stomach rose to one’s throat, all too aware about how precarious the position was that the two were in. frame shifted some, uncomfortable with the thoughts that wandered within his mind and the implication of her words. “it depends upon your definition of fun, i suppose, grace.”

“hopefully some of us aren’t forgotten about. some of us deserve a legacy of sorts, wouldn’t you agree?” unlike previous encounters of the evening, there was a genuine curiosity in the question offered. at the woman’s exclamation, a question of morality arose. was it inappropriate of him to confess that he too shared her sentiment about his wife? absolutely. and thus, he favored the more ambivalent response. “you’re forgiven this time. it’s not as bad as it sounds, really. sometimes it’s a little stale but that’s marriage, isn’t it?” an amusement expressed befell the gentleman as an eyebrow rose, mock surprise erased hilarity at the remark. “you’re not interested in the sophisticated life? color me surprised at that. here i was thinking you were one of those malibu barbie types.” at the introduction, lips curled into the smallest of smiles. if his agreement about what his wife was had been inappropriate than his enjoyment of another female’s company would be equally (if not more) inappropriate. “the pleasure is all mine, mia.”

“you want the truth?” this is the part where everyone’s stomach drops, the revelation of his disrespect toward the sanctity of marriage. but forgiveness would be granted eventually, of that the man was certain, many an accused husband before had been granted similar courtesies. “i did not kill my wife. i didn’t even know that amy was pregnant. if i had have known? the marriage would not have gotten to the point where people believed that i might kill her.”

STARTER  CALL   /    @meddlingheels.

“the truth is malleable, miss. keen. you just need to pick the right expert.”

STARTER  CALL   /    @twoparts.

“what i need is the dandelion in the spring; the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. the promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.” a pause as the latest numbers were tossed aside, a disgruntled sigh offered despite his determination to remain politically independent. “that it can be good again.”

“she said people try to be good but they're really sick and rotten, her most of all. and every time she tried to make the world a better place, something terrible came up inside her and pulled her back down into hell. took her deeper and deeper into the blackest nightmare. every time it got harder to go back up to the light.”

❛  get out off this house alive if you can. ❜ ❛ did i say love? i meant despise. ❜ ❛ hello, cruel world. how are you today? ❜ ❛ we’ve been through this. ❜ ❛ then the pain came down. ❜ ❛ i have mastered the art of telling really personal things to people i have just met. ❜ ❛ i’m sleeping with the friend of an enemy. ❜ ❛ i’ve been doing it for so long, i don’t know if i am. ❜ ❛ the hardest thing to see is the inside of your own eyeball. ❜ ❛ it takes two to be a stranger. ❜ ❛ i feel your pain & raise you a sorrow. ❜ ❛ i prefer to live with my grief. ❜ ❛ he died, but the bills just keep on coming. ❜ ❛ yes, i love him. yes, he’s a jerk. ❜ ❛ yes, i love you. yes, you’re a jerk. ❜ ❛ hm. maybe if i knew what the heck you were talking about. ❜ ❛ anyone can pretend to be a doctor. ❜ ❛ the air tastes like war. ❜ ❛ this is what happens to you when you don’t care what happens to you.❜ ❛ my parents don’t know my real name. ❜ ❛ very little matters. ❜ ❛ it’s just a drop of love in a river of sadness that flows into an ocean of indifference. ❜ ❛ don’t be perverted. just be normal. ❜ ❛ i don’t have a job, so i wrote a book. ❜ ❛ things happen whenever they want. ❜ ❛ i feel like there’s an elephant in every room. ❜ ❛ this was what i was wearing when i destroyed the universe. ❜ ❛ i was willing to be your stranger. ❜ ❛ i call it abstract problem solving. ❜ ❛ i will become solar & you will orbit me. ❜ ❛ everybody likes me, or else. ❜ ❛ i’ll have what the queen is having. ❜ ❛ i wanted to take you on a drive, so i built a road & invented the car. ❜ ❛ he was pretty cute for a monster. ❜ ❛ i’m still not very happy. ❜ ❛ where in your mind do you put what you can’t understand? ❜ ❛ i make you beautiful when i look at you. ❜ ❛ you’re like satan in a bathrobe. ❜ ❛ i never really loved you, but i did love the idea of you. ❜ ❛ thank you, but my birthday was yesterday. ❜ ❛ here’s some meaningless poetry for beard-strokers. ❜ ❛ there are no more gods, but there are still a few churches. ❜ ❛ a boat made of water can never sink. ❜