No matter what he bought at a shop, ordered for breakfast, got drinks at the pool during happy hours, charged on a credit card for dinner, there was a lingering feeling that he paid too much.
The prisoners were dragged to their knees, positioned to face the street. Car 1’s high beams lit their faces. They squinted away in discomfort. And one by one, the men from Car 1 came up and abused them.
You are a rotely opinion-headed zeitgeister— already diagnosed and hooked up to the slow death of a dystopiclly present despot's di(e)ialysis machine creating simulacric smackstackey musings
Grassfires accented the hot season but we were always safe: a dirt road between the cinder block wall and the grassland’s edge served as our moat of solid ground
I cannot walk the park and miss its crop of needles. I cannot reach for fish behind glass without scales impaling my wrists. Those trees I admired, the ones syringe-like in winter. Yes, needles.
You’re not evolving. At all. Steve Jobs gave you an iPhone maybe, and yet cancer took him away. Your technology changes here and there, but you, as creatures, do not.
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