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Simon Says Go Off YourselfThere's a half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Blackstone. Cheap. I know it's cheap because it gave my dad nausea last night. Cheap wine does that to him. Why he drank it, I don't know. He's such a dumbass sometimes.Simon Says Go Off Yourself by TheEmptyChest
Lindsay, his new fiancée, sits on the couch behind the coffee table in her black nightgown, a lit cigarette between her fingers. She's not supposed to smoke in here. It's bad for my asthma. It's also against regulations. But of course, she doesn't care.
She passes awkward glances at me between each hit. I stand in the threshold to the front room, my arms folded, staring down at her, not knowing what to say or do. There's no school today and Dad's at work, so it's just me and her.
It occurs to me as I stand there that this is the first time she and I have been completely alone. We've been the only two people in a room while Dad was somewhere nearby, but we've never been alone like this, with Dad gone and only each other for company.
My stomach flutters. I f
a smear of electronsif there was ever a state known to be corporeal, i was far from it.a smear of electrons by your-methamphetamine
my mother brought me wrapped in a black and red striped bandana because the cab had an accident and she couldn't afford to lose more blood just for my grandparents to see my face when i was born. the doctor strongly refused to let her but.. where else do you think my insanity comes from?
they weren't pleased, they weren't shocked, they just stared at a ruffled, discarded piece of harshly dyed cloth and failed to understand what she was trying to make them see. they shuffled and dropped me but never knew they did, even when the thud echoed and stopped my virgin heart.
though she panicked and fumbled and groaned and worried, no one knew why and with time, they didn't try hard enough to understand what either. she wrote letters to a dead father and a mother she wished had died but they'd still ponder and grow indifferent, too afraid of a stain of reputation to send her off to a nursing home.
eventually, the bandana became
OH ... Amannnnnnndahhh*compose myself to be somehow subtle and mature* (devout)OH ... Amannnnnnndahhh by Amanda-Graham
"Yeah sure gurl you fantasize about it." (smacks) that face in the mirror.
I'm watching her at a gathering of her friends and strangers. She's petite and cute and quietly polite. As the evening progresses I stalk her as she makes her rounds. Greeting friends "Hi how are ya? Yeah it's been a while; how is that job? Your kids? Your husband? Oh really, God that's awful; yeah men." "Hello old friend is that back still giving you problems? Well at least you are out of the hospital." "Me? Hell, I'm okay; yeah thinner, hmm yes well Ramen again, fortune comes and goes yeah. I know you know that old song eh?"
I watch the faces of those who trade in time with her, their words, as always speak less than their bodies. Some brighten and glow, some girls move closer, the men ahh the men stand firm and straight and do not embrace "Hello Amanda"and I see, she was once their stern Mistress and it's not soft
Major film nut. I am a director and cinematographer. I have been making movies for three years now and am making my mark if not a small one. I am an artist of all shapes and sizes. I have my hands in both digital and in tradition though I wouldn't consider myself above average most of the time. I prefer pens and pencils, if I am devoted enough I will color.|
I am a writer, and closet poet. I... write to share emotion.
I have a deep and passionate love for Utah. I am not that much of a city person, I dwell out in the wilderness even if my home is in an over crowded neighborhood. I love how things look, how they appear. I am very much of a physical appearences kind of person. I judge books, cd's but not people by there cover, the people part comes after I get to know them.
I am often a model, a few deviants that you can find my face among their gallery are:
(photographer of DevID)