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decadentdecline- January 23rd, 2009
i have been sick sick sick so sick like i lost my voice and my throat hurts and i feel hot all the time and my hands are sticky and my throat is pain and it all just sucks a lot really
9:37 PM 1/16/2009
her heart throbbed, slowly, gently, in a way that made her think of life and happiness and pity and all things breathing. the cat was still sitting on the sofa. earlier she had been resting in the bits of day that shown in through the window, now she curled her head into her arms against the cold. she crept her hand quietly up to the cat's head. the creature startled awake and yawned, tongue pink and pointed with seeming determination. her eyes were large but bleary, still blinking into waking after a minute or two. 'a long time for a cat,' she wondered to herself. the cat heard her talk and licked the tip of her finger, tongue course like hard, lean language. she stood up and stretched, tail slowly straightening like a swaying snake enchanted by song.
hours later she'd watered some plants and eaten an orange, watched the cat scratch away at the sofa before timidly shooing it away and curled up for a half hour nap on the couch. she rubbed some day old make up off her face and onto her shirtsleeves, staining them subtle skin tones and a faded, old lipstick kind of red. the doorbell rang and she opened it. the door was large and wooden, the kind of hollow but revered wood that she associated with churches. her routine was simple and not obtuse. the door led into this routine, opening the day and closing it with musty smelling finality. her words were few but kind, happy; she seemed contented with her neighbors if not with herself.
'hello, then,' she said to the man at the door. he was tall, with a small brown cap of the kind that newspaper boys once wore. his voice was small and careful, however, and he spoke mostly through his eyes with pretty but clouded linguistics.
'darling,' he cooed, methodically but naturally, 'it's been too long.'
she wasted no time in verbal agreement; with people she believed in action and consequence, with animals she wasted hours of solid conversations covering a wide range of subjects, most of which she wasn't deeply interested in but somehow knew a bit about anyway. she moved forward into his arms the way a navy wife does, and felt herself wrapped by solid coat material that smelled of journey and accomplishment.
'never that long again.' was all she could procure. he nodded his chin, a little stubbier than usual, onto her hurriedly adjusted hair, which slipped from its' bun past her neckline. they stood like that awhile more, her considering and him thinking and breathing only her being. she rustled slightly. 'should i put on some music?'
'yes, do,' he said. they were both music fiends in the sense of a common excitement felt while listening. both felt some kind of purpose came from it, as if a little part of the shadows of the world had been lightened. there was no mutual interest in genres necessarily; it was all noise overall, but it touched differently. sometimes light, brushing with curious fingertips, other times heavy and forceful.
they settled themselves easily into their places on the couch and let the record spin and the needle scratch it like the cat did the sofa. his thoughts layered themselves onto hers as both voiced their separate weeks aloud, both wondering at the other's actions. he admired her blatant honesty, her forceful truths and transparent actions. she loved his slow consideration, the way he thought and thought about what he would say, even if it was nothing more than a few words. it seemed such an infuriating waste of time to so many, but to her it showed care and concentration, and a deep devotion to the things he really cared for.
'tomorrow, let's do something,' she said. he nodded his head in a way meant to be grand that somehow transpired into the slightly comical.
'yes, alright,' he agreed, 'has anyone ever told you how pretty you look?' he switched his conversation with the grace of a lamed acrobat, but that was another thing she found so endearing and homey about him.
'yes, how about yourself?' her giggles were lost in the purring of the cat, reaching across both of their laps to rest her warm, fuzzy tummy on their legs. the cat had splendid eyes, gorgeous orbs of brown and green, colors of nature. she seemed to exhale some type of wild maturity as she united them further, three small specks of the star spangled universe, together again and for always.
this is useless overall ah well it was notepad so typos and crappy spelling galore i bet
listless
busy
crappy
confused
cranky
complacent
bouncy
surprised
drained