There, in the darkness and humidity of the hotel room you're standing in, the only light that shreds through the room's jet-black and thickly-woven curtains is an electric blue light. It appears to you analog, and the outline between the electric mint-blue light and the darkness of the hotel room's walls is razor sharp. The television isn't on. The ice in the bucket next to the liqour cracks a little. You're standing perfectly still in the middle of the room, in-front of the bed. Your arms are locked to your sides. Your mind is blank. Your focus is zeroed in on that sharp light spread across the hotel walls.
You stand still and upright for several minutes, no thoughts come to you during that time. You fail to even realize how long it's been, you're so focused on the electric light as it shifts up and down the mint-green walls of the hotel room you're staying in. You trace the contour of the light with your eyesight as it moves across the room, peeling through the architecture, dancing on your body.
You eventually sit down on the side chair, dodging the light and allowing it to cover more of the room you're supposed to be staying in. It's no longer your room, you internalize. The room belongs to the light now.
Below you, a disembodied voice speaks what sounds to be French, startling you, snapping you out of the trance. You bend over your seat to find a small radio, hidden behind the chair, you pick it up and press your thumb on the button beside the reciever.
"... Hello?" You utter somewhat awkwardly. You clear your throat and let out another, much more legible "Hello?"
the tensile strength of a soul? asking flora friend. you probably wouldn't know them but i'm not one to judge you might i won't assume.. is it all just littel moments put together? your pictures say so i would assume so because your pictures.! but i'm done looking anyway JK i peeked back at the two littel people you have here on the right. do they like peekaboo? nonono peekabo not creek-in-two! i havent heard that words in so longe! there were actually two, it was one that split into two: creek in two. mud bugs and water skippers and crappie: good days good dsays ahead at that time! but yeah it never lasts all the way too long, but its how the soul is made according to the pciture you put on the right of the two people of squares,. why two? not four? or one? or three? 9? is it becasue of the creek-in-two? you shouldn't know about that because you ddin't live like me for that time? my dog swam in the creek and then went down the one on the left, i went down the right and both were hust as cool as the one next to us. my dog is my best friend. i was even litteler when my parents adopted the dog for me because i was lonely as a kid, with no friends, one now because of my dog they got me because i was lonely. so lonely they got me a dog. make sense? dog was very very loud sometimes it hurt my ears because it would bark in my ears when the mailphone ame by with mail for my parents never me, but I wish I could have had some of the that mail. i lik to open pokemon packs as a kid so mail was like pokemon packs. pokemon was also my favorite growing up as a tiny kid. I would play it by the creek-in-two or three times a day with my dogw. i always wone though except that one time i ddin't, which fluked like always. never losing because i am the very best, like no one ever way!!! digression. aggression. coming from my dog... i'm sorry anyway, they had to kill him. it was with a needle and a liquid i couldnnt see below the table feeding into the needle. they cried when he closed his eyes but i ddint i didnt understand why they cried. it was liquid not tears so it was strange to me, somewhat still kind of is?? my dog is gone now it went down the other creek and sometimes i wonder what the liquid would feel like?? would theey liquid from their eyes? obiously i would never but if you see it you wonder it, make sense? we burned its body and put its body burned into an ash vase its there now forever like memories, it is memories, not like is. my teacher s used to say that i would say like a lot, and it hurt myt speech because it didn't flow well but, i'm out of that. so i dont care. i dnont even have to pay anymore i'm free!? im free!>!? like a forever dream always som. say tee? is that how you say it? is that how you say - tee it? haha! its like a joke. there i say it again! like! a useless word but its ver fun to say! i like to compare things to things and put them together in alchemy words in a sense, squareful and careful to the tippity top of the tower of dolefulness then back down in sqaure sine saw tones bubblibng up from the hunher myt tunmmy infinity sign infinity sign infinity sign. black little and big and in the middle bubbles with no definintion orbs,. they are orbs.., in a sea of skin and empty. i want to eat my dog, but it is down the other creek, i can pass it in forever, but i will never pass it to take it form the other creek and get out of my creek and put a stick through its mouth that was burned into nothing glames and through the under neath it's tale all the way through and attach a nother branch at an angle of the corner of a good square so i can use my hand in a circle to move the stick going through in a smaller circle evenly until g9olden brown and the fur is burned again and off this time all the way to eat it., skull canyon
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