ME: I'm a celibate I don't feel any attraction or tension ...
ALSO ME: ...
30 MINUTES OF AN ENIGMA
Floral bedspreads, striped pillowcase. Yes! She was weird but this was not why. She had big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, but this was also not why ...
Suspended in nostalgic temporals! where she was anxiously in love and also liberated in the naked beauty God had created. Was this?... no ... she was only stuck here, and not weird.
Her dark spots on her face told her stories of creation. It reminded her of the Great Design, and in a way it always made her feel bad, but again, this wasn't what made her a weirdo.
She felt bad because life's scribbles and scratches on faces reminded her of her own presumably shitty jots and dots on paper. Which by the way, she still shared. Because she was good and yeah, this wasn't it too. She shared all her bad, good, and anything in between because she never denied anyone's taste.
Her style was more demanding because she played with her emotions until they were kind enough to scrawl something real for her. Or she maddened them to heights where they were deranged into the deep and wild.
And she wasn't weird because she played her songs like Beethoven. See much like the deaf composer she played for the rest to hear, but never really heard it herself. This just made her an artist ...
But before I go, let me tell you why she was weird. You're going to think this is dumb ... but hear me out ... no matter how much of a cat she looked like, she never shared the same calculated movements. She was clumsy. So clumsy that she can't even walk across an empty room without tripping or knocking over lamps that aren't even there.
She was a cat in a glitch storm where all her life colors spun tornadoes to mask her stars and sentiments. And I was just one of the many stupid fellows who fell under her spell.
—- This was written in context to a couple of profile pictures a friend had. Its an opening for a short story. It's bad really bad because it was written in 30 minutes and I didnt want to edit it. Hence the title. #shortstory
#review #surafelx #everyone
ALSO ME: ...
30 MINUTES OF AN ENIGMA
Floral bedspreads, striped pillowcase. Yes! She was weird but this was not why. She had big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, but this was also not why ...
Suspended in nostalgic temporals! where she was anxiously in love and also liberated in the naked beauty God had created. Was this?... no ... she was only stuck here, and not weird.
Her dark spots on her face told her stories of creation. It reminded her of the Great Design, and in a way it always made her feel bad, but again, this wasn't what made her a weirdo.
She felt bad because life's scribbles and scratches on faces reminded her of her own presumably shitty jots and dots on paper. Which by the way, she still shared. Because she was good and yeah, this wasn't it too. She shared all her bad, good, and anything in between because she never denied anyone's taste.
Her style was more demanding because she played with her emotions until they were kind enough to scrawl something real for her. Or she maddened them to heights where they were deranged into the deep and wild.
And she wasn't weird because she played her songs like Beethoven. See much like the deaf composer she played for the rest to hear, but never really heard it herself. This just made her an artist ...
But before I go, let me tell you why she was weird. You're going to think this is dumb ... but hear me out ... no matter how much of a cat she looked like, she never shared the same calculated movements. She was clumsy. So clumsy that she can't even walk across an empty room without tripping or knocking over lamps that aren't even there.
She was a cat in a glitch storm where all her life colors spun tornadoes to mask her stars and sentiments. And I was just one of the many stupid fellows who fell under her spell.
—- This was written in context to a couple of profile pictures a friend had. Its an opening for a short story. It's bad really bad because it was written in 30 minutes and I didnt want to edit it. Hence the title. #shortstory
#review #surafelx #everyone