For years, I slept on bloody sheets once every month, with ghostly white one covering the single window in my room every night. At first, I thought of it as something I had to do, simply because my mother said it was best for me.
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See, I wanted to see which party’s members were the best. Most honorable, most compassionate, most intelligent… the whole shebang. And I could think of only one way to determine the moral fiber of each.
Desire, however, blinded his reason, and he convinced himself that she’d want this too.
“The last thing he always says before he goes away. I heard the phrase so many times, I remembered it and asked Tokinari, the Japanese fellow in here, what it means. He said, you will die too. That’s what it means.”
In my hometown there is a giant house perched on a hill right on the corner of Alan Street and Hitcherson Road that you should never approach on Friday the 13th.
I’m the one who always has to wipe the slate clean, but why do I always have to get wiped away with it?
He’s eager to escape his home. He’s eager to peel off the City suit he’s been rotting in since morning. But most of all he’s eager to taste your skin and bury himself in your hair and between your legs.
“I wasn’t sure at first. But then Nikki called me this morning to tell me she’d seen her, too, and we talked about it, and…” She paused.“And what?” I prompted. “We didn’t… say goodbye.”
I realized that by starving it I was also starving myself, but that didn’t upset me, not really. I hated it, and so I would persevere through my own pain and sickness.