says,

_{mxgxritxzone.     //      no hard feelings.}

        _{‘ ‘     …  liars  shall  have  their  part  to  burn  with  FIRE  and  brimstone    …  ain’t  that  what  you  told  me?     ’ ’          muscles  jerked.   his  crimson  fever  flourishing  at  the  blond’s  touch  by  petite  appendages,  with  leisure  strokes  ;  all  as  he  suffers  from  a  visceral  fatality.   terms  are  they  share  an  INFATUATION,  joseph  being  at  the  wrong  place  at  the  right  time  …  robert  mourning  his  widow  status.   he  never  established  boundaries  with  the  minister,  no  matter  how  much  he  cauterized.}

       _{‘ ‘     you  don’t  have  to  lie  to  me.     ’ ’}

says,

_{solrus.     //      no hard feelings.}

        _{‘ ‘     UH  HUH.     ’ ’          his  eyes  rolled.   this  behavior  is  unsympathetic  ,  but  expected  of  robert.   as  he  nonchalantly  omits  any  further  discussion,  he  stays  busy  by  reaching  for  his  pack  of  cigarettes.   the  encasing  rends  and  the  brunet  is  up  onto  his  feet,  leaving  his  GUEST  unattended.   contact  with  his  lighter  momentarily  illuminates  an  amber  glow  ;  behind  it,  a  permanent  SCOWL.}

       _{‘ ‘     i  already  told  you  …  no  feelings  attached.     ’ ’}

says,

_{ofadulthood.    //      20one.}

        _{AT  SIX ━ am  sharp,  the  trees  loom  to  create  shadows,  BIG and  small  …  some  resemble  things,  while  some  capture  his  likeness.   a  silhouette  stretches  between  woods  and  out  to  where  the  point  of  perspective  halts,  then  teeters  downhill,  disappearing.   with  each  step,  it  grows  in  size,  bigger  and  BIGGER.   soon  he’s  bigger  than  himself  and  he  stops  ━━━  with  a  wreckage  behind  marching  boots.   robert  snorts  …  still  as  much  of  a  monster  as  his  shadow  is.    shoulders  roll  and  carry  onward  to  a  nigh  of  thickets,  somewhere  veered  off  to  the  far  right  of  the  path  less  taken,  between  two  twin  trees,  and  diagonal  from  the  infamous  ass  tree  …  ha.}

         _{SHE’S  a  beaut  …  craved  from  the  finest  limber  and  nailed  uncomfortably,  lopsided  too,  but  he  likes  to  think  she  smiles  for  him.   the  positioning  of  screws  mark  two  eyes,  while  the  bark’s  gnawed  stripes  form  a  back  slash,  essentially  an   ‘   : /   ’   emoji.   what  a  bench.   when  he  sits,  it’s  moderately,  indicating  his  old  age,  fatigued  limbs,  and  glass  ligaments.   he  hates  to  be  reminded  of  IT  …  him  and  existence  weren’t  buddy ━ buddy,  but  as  scarred  digits  whip  out  a  DIY  whiskey  bottle,  very  crafty,  he’s  YOUNG  again.   there’s  something  within  the  liquor,  within  the  stupor,  the  representation,  that  arouses  the  very  reason  he  surrenders  himself  to  sleep.   with  a  fat  swig,  he  bends,  index  and  thumb  tracing  the  bench’s  meh  expression.      ‘ ‘     me  too.     ’ ’     he  exhaled.          THESE  are  some  of  the  rare  occasions  which  robert  finds  himself  smiling,  feeling immature.   that’s  when  val  comes  to  mind  …  she’s  twenty ━ one  this  year,  turning  or  already  is,  he  can’t  remember  well.     ‘ ‘     what  kind  of  a  father  forgets,     ’ ’     then  he  remembers,  HE  DOES.   right.   with  a  t’sk,  he  foots  the  dirt  to  put  out  the  butt  of  the  fire.   as  the  gravel  howls  underneath  the  sole  of  shoes,  there’s  unrecognizable  commotion  from  the  north.}          

         _{IT’S  incomprehensible  to  think  someone  voluntarily  wakes  up  at  this  ungodly  hour,  sure  he  does  but  he’s  making  the  final  round  before  bed  ;  to  then  wake  up  at  three ━ pm.   the  man  fancies  a  peek  between  branch  openings  to  find  the  immortal  causing  such  ruckus.   his  heart  is  drumming,  heedlessly  as  if  this  thing  could  be  less  human  and  more  FERAL  …  throwing  in  the  towel  to  the  dover  ghost  wasn’t  necessarily  faulty,  yet  part  of  him  prays  …  and  part  of  him  wants  to  DIE  as  he  comes  across  a  father  and  daughter.   she’s  a  youngling,  he’s  fit,  they’re  happy,  and  he’s  envious  .   when  she  bawls,  he’s  prompt,  if  she  points,  he’s  attentive,  as  she’s  speaking  gibberish,  he  beams  and  laughs.   robert  dwells  to  watch  a  second  too  long,  thinking  of  the  negative  ━━━  of  how  he’s  healthy,  but  unkept,  how  he  can’t  remember  vividly  when  his  little  girl  was  last  a  LITTLE  GIRL.   tear  ducts  swell,  hues  flush,  whilst  a  quivering  bottom  lip,  the  vague  taste  of  alcohol,  now  the  taste  of  sodium.            TIME  to  go  …  taking  to  his  footing,  he  shucks  off  the  vast  motor  response,  changing  his  guise  to  one  that’s  cutthroat  and  icy.   as  a  man  with  obsidian  eyes,  he’s  indescribably  submitting  to  the  bonding  between  kin  ;  when  something  stirs   ━━━  BLOOD  has  always  been  thicker  than  booze.}

says,

_{brokcnholy.     //      mister straight razor.}

          _{‘ ‘     ━━━   what  are  you  waiting  for ?   … a  FUCKIN’  invitation ?     ’ ’           nostrils  seethed.   vises  are  pale,  appendages  unyielding,  with  uncut  nails  delving  into  coarse  flesh  via  a  VICE  grip.   there  was  a  calescent  mean  in  his  abdomen,  bleeding  into  his  veins  and  depleting  the  very  EXISTENCE  that  was  the  patient  of  his  persona.   …  oh  the  way   JOSEPH   made  him  feel  …  the  holy  grail  that  is  thy  joseph  chrisitansen  ;  God  punished  sinners  ━━━  becoming  a  minister  wouldn’t  save  you.}

          _{‘ ‘     FORGET  IT …  i  don’t  know  why  i  thought  i  could  trust  you  again.     ’ ’} 

says,

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