That Evening Girl

I might try an escort. Bought and paid, she'll fake her little way into my favor. Could it be? Throughout a majestic pre-approved night we find care, laughter and a touching appreciation for one another? However temporary under just one moon, it would be a neat thing. The more likely scenario? With the sun scarce having dipped the horizon she'll see -- ouch! -- too soon I really am this unbearably miserable, forfeit her professionalism and pay me double to leave her alone, the cunt. Something I've been roughly committed to do for free. So what profit is this?

A discovery.

That's the girl I know: the one I do not know at all.

Playlist: The Burr

01. She Is Dancing - Brian Kelly

02. Asleep At The Trigger - Autolux

03. Farewell - Boris

04. Useless - Depeche Mode

05. You Are The Ocean - Phantogram

06. Abiento - Tommy Guerrero

07. Don't Cry - Deerhunter

08. Kimdracula - Deftones

09. Strangers - Portishead

10. The Good That Won't Come Out - Rilo Kiley
11. 198d - At the Drive-In
12. Looks Just Like The Sun - Broken Social Scene


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Plastic Dishes

So there he stood washing a plate. But something was different. His eyes looked elsewhere, distant, away from the suds and cold tap running through his fingers. Lips, although silent, fluttered a free jazz rhythm, betraying the otherwise hidden conversation that went on inside his tilted head. It's a girl again. Hello. How are you? Smiles about a past good time. She's just as real as he, standing playfully with a full scoop of charm.

Then reality. 

The sound of dogwater going down the drain. It was just him and the dishes.

Look Listen

The Wretched

You lost this life, so now go lose yours.
Suffer worst and repent
with what's left of what ya burned.
Singing lies you stood sturdy.
Once promise, now ruin;
your act practiced in gospel silence

but I heard your whoring.