Sigi looked out into
the world as he walked across the school campus towards the science department
and looked at the green grass that would eventually touch his heart and mind as
envy for what he could never understand, the growing of a flower, the blooming
of a plant, the surprise touch of a friend. He would be alone when the greatest
gifts of life entered his mind. He would find himself withered and softly stepped
on the crumpled up brown leaf that was under his shoe, crushing it into
fragments and the dust that would lace the walls of the living room, when he
sat down expecting his family to rise to his entrance and expecting others to
care. And ironically they did, his greatest excuse for himself would be his
family loved him too much, and in that strange fat of experience, of
expectations, would be the depth of life that he had never touched, and he
would blame it all on the structure, the human laws that allowed him to eat
more than he needed.
Like a man fucking two
woman, it wasn’t his fault that he took everything. It was God’s fault that his
body could handle it. Alone and destroyed with the evidence of natural
intensions would be society with nothing but blank walls and directions to
where they kept the inappropriate material rated triple x for those searching
the surface for treasure.
Sigi walked lonely
looking for his soul as it dripped down his ears in the things he had picked
up, the words he heard in passing from strangers about their accidental
emotions that had escaped their lives as catch phrases. He was searching
himself as he thought of the numbers he was going to write down, and the love
he was planning on recreating with his observations, with his understanding of
mankind’s needs for familiarity, as they fuck the same woman with a different
face over and over again in different positions. He would name that woman his
mother and find her hidden in the back of his head every time he reached for
something out of his grasp.
He placed his hands in
his pockets, thinking about the movement of science. It slowly crawled against
the waves of time, as it built towers and towers of knowledge form observations,
to only knock them down in two sentence theories, to only explain human nature
without insight, to describe life with a gesture, the movement of the hand on a
thick cock, a gun that would kill in a war, when compassion was a distant third
to money and survival.
He thought about his family as he stepped over
the mud stains and the beautiful beliefs in his life into the solitude of hard
work and patience, as he fell over himself to bathe in the attention of
admiration, like a woman with open legs, not realizing she was destroying the
only part of her that couldn’t come back. The part of her that burned in hell
the closer he would cum, the closer he touched her, as she reverted back to her
childhood needs again and again. and he turned the next corner.
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