| Soda |
| Ryan Alin |
| i began making sure all the coins were the same size this time. But they where so it was ok, you see you didn't share that moment, look there it goes in a sparkleflick shamzelitastic neon flair of pixie dust that no one but I will ever see with my own eye. I keep trying to show it to you; oh you say look at my mirror; but these are quarters and this is where the story ends... "I wanna soda", she said reclining from the neo-newmexican transpolimorfic furniture that seemed to sink into the floor, it swam with all the colors of all the chem lights that happened to be all over the ceiling. And they kept making circles, but I digress, need we get cofee, why is my soda kit kat yoda entity smoking? Pop fish gulp I just hade a moment that I caught by myself with my soda that you will never catch. A soda that I got at the end of the story I just started writing. Yeah if that fucks you up look at the clock , uh huh its 4:44. Well anyway, "A soda?" flustered no where to go, no matter how fucked up of a turky you are you'll never get this cem light shit cemet glitter dust eating through my face sence out of my ashtray. Where you there with me or did I lose you yet? "Its so far away..." this thing that they wanted, they you say, what? What does they have to do with the trans industrial non toxic safe vapo death mask luv that you just huffed in a bag? Is this my sprite? ITS WORKING ITS WORKING. Well this is wierd let me tell you, he didn't say, and you 'll never ever figure it out unless you call him back. And yes it fucks me up evertime i look at it , wait..... x ...... I just went back and had a moment between those dots back there that I so plany marked the my, it, me, I space with an x, yeah that was my moment and I went back re-read my whole story and made changes to the shit you read and you'll never read the shit that was really there, but you'll wonder, did i realy change anything? I digress another moment... "Shoes where are the shoes, my shoes are; does this sentence ever end, pay attention to the t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t go back and count all those god damn t's. All in a moment that I got lost looking for my shoes, and i am trying to catch that moment like a spirit that escapes me. Some how, one phone ringing, gone another moment to behold. ... there a moment, a soda, a phone converstion, that I beheld then there goes the spirit that escaped me just before the Kristen magic which somehow just kept coming out of the ends of the mexican stuff that was at the coach at the fisrt paragraph! Yeah, I just had another moment went back and edited some more of that "whoops there it goes in the baskit" trashcan shit! Those faces in the fucking rocks; again they stole my moment. Bullshit and I am angry, can you feel the heat its so hot its dry and the bird is really screaming right this moment but not in your moment but in my moment, so I got my god damn wet ass dry dusty jass pazz po dust tang shit sneaker stuffs and stuck em on my ... "and I'll love you for the rest of the my world" there i imortalized it for you frank its there, drag cars in my brain in my moment on my shoes on my feet? look at this soda...glow stick fizzy, burning ash stuff that races through like snow magic dust that never quite felt like it was stinking before. do you get where i am going I HAD MY GOD DAMN SHOES ON AT THIS POINT PEOPLE reality check there what story where you reading this is my narrative why the hell does my feet have my shoes on them, and did i read a book about this once or am i writting reading it let me go edit some more god complex shit ha ha funny get it your never gonna get to... look at the pixidust that's shooting out of her finger nails...yeah it was almost there, its glowing like ephemara; i almost did it; its so making the pretty pretty; your doing it your doing it the droid head spone off the cradel...... READ there was it the word you where wanting howevers reading writting this is it me WHY FOR GOD TELL ME WHY ARE MY SHOES ON! And i am going down the stairs with money....but something stinkss the money....no the soda hold on a minute i need to have a minute with my ownself and the magic gillter faires.... x ....... there a fucking pop rock s in my mouth that ended hours ago and we are not even to the forest moon, OH MY GOD THE KEYBOARD IS MADE OF WATER...this has just becaome realy hard to type never get a wet computer let me tell ya.!!! there was a lot of exclamention in my moment did i have one yup but gone like ephemera to dust lost like pixie fleeting love nazi rave juzuz zombies making love to the tecno-organic glow pagan god known as the rave seeen where am I BUILDING A STARHIP?...nope I am half way down the stairs and look at all the fucking dirt on the sidewalk! HOLY SHIT I AM NOT WEARING SHOES WHERE ARE MY GOD DAMN SHOES Why are my toes dirty sploosh....if you didn't pick up your feet from gettting dirty on the look at all the m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m's there are you weren't in my moment so fuck you I'll steal it all for my ownself....right now i can hear cds..holy shit by holding them up be with me hear nope your reading my narative not at my keyboard so fuck you time for soda and cd's....hahahahaha.....somehow that backfired because i got all the ass flavored candy sprite.....soda or stuff but really am out side with no shoes on in the dirty dirt dirty dirt,, the youck its rained for muther filtyhy 5 ass days and is still dirty dirt dirt side walk, SPLOOSH,,,,HOw is my key board wet, oh does HE STILL HAS ALL THE TANG YOU MUTHERE FUCKER READING THIS NO NOT YOU; YEAH YOU: NO NOT FUCKING YOU!; yeah you the guy with my tang....give here i want it back....outside without my shoes on... Plugging a quater into a soda machine? and it fucking wouldn't go in.....I LOVE you yeah you, no not you, Yeah you....I love yuo....there is some of each of this string yeah it is a balll full of mun che che fun love somehwhere...DUDE go back and just look at the paragraph ahead er above and look at the words the word that stood out most fore me was.....nope pick your own first no cheating buddy....starship....i want my own soda....so i brought 6 not 7 but six,,, not 5+2=7 but 2+4=6 quaters down stairs so we could both have one, so we could both have one....so,,.,oops never my the keyboard just got really dry ....dude,,,,how the fuck did i end up with the tang in my house on my keyboard covered in the surger from last time? but ther muther fucking quater won't go in the hole, is it me , was it you, where you looking at me putting it in the hole maybe it goes somewhere, else. if latter on when i don't ask you to do what you did or didnt do in the paragraph above to do well if you got starship last time if this time i told you it was yup paranoia! The mother of all fuckers what the fuck is wrong with me why won't the quater go in the hole may be isn't the right hole what the fuck is wrong with me maybe there is another hole to put the what the fuck is wrong with me quaters in, wow does this machine excpet only dollars that doesn't oh my god someone is reading this over my shoulder oh you bitch how could you i hope yuo get this when yuo fucking read this because i was not talking to you but you where in a chair and i was getting you a soda did for a moment you realize why this was so neo-bawerjhnwdg cool yeah that is a word what the fuck is wrong with me i got it its not a fucking quater its a god damn saca-jawa dollar that won't ever go in the god damn machine... so......<return to top> |
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