the threads in her head

cheap thrill-

Limp, soft. Droopy, drooping, sauce sliding off a spoon and splatting.

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This is my workstation. This is where I feel weary. This is where the computer sits. This is where I feel listlessness wash over me like a flood. This is where I communicate with friends. This is where I'm disappointed. This is where reality does not match up to my imagination.

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Girl: An imagination, an imagination for sale! Would anyone like a nice wonderful imagination? The thing that adds a magical sparkle, a rosy glow, a fairytale ending to anything. Surely someone out there wants an imagination? Good morning Sir, do you think life too dull? Would you like an imagination? It's a wonderful imagination, yes sir. Creates magical world. Sir, sir? ... Good afternoon Ma'am, would you like an imagination? What is it for? Oh it's a more wonderful thing, this imagination. Brings worlds alive, create fantasies, paint the most vivid of wonderful havens, gives bliss an image. Wonderful of wonderful things. You're safe as long as you keep in it, and stay in it, and never expect real world to be like it. It's a wonderful thing, imagination, a wonderful thing.

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Tell me a story.
I have none.
Make one up.
No fairy-tales here.
No fairy-tales..?
Yes. Go away.

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Bored out of his mind. Trying, trying to escape, run away, run out, get out, get out of his empty head! Hollow and emptiness, a great blank of expanse.
Run run run! In circles, around, forward, right, left, circle, circle, circle, circle!
Around the other one, who's sitting there, unable to find peace, unable to find a position where she can rest, unable to be comfortable, but limp, limp all over, like splattered sauce. Floundering in her imagination.

***

Damn. Weren't you looking for something new? Weren't you, WEREN'T YOU? Well, here's one! Though you had seen all eh? Thought there was nothing new anymore huh? Thought ALL the salt had been poured into your open sore?

YOU WISH. Haven't you heard? Everyone's consuming too much salt. There's an excess of salt here! More than plenty, more than enough. Thought you were dying? No you aren't. You're not even close to it. But the pain? Yeah, the pain can grow. It can grow I tell you.

Nothing ever not get worse.

Slap! You're not saying anything constructive.

Here's the slap you wanted. I did not give it to you as a friend. I gave you one because I am so freaking tired, so freaking irritated with you. If you think you're so all powerful then fine, you can do it all! Tell me what you want to do like, later. And here's a punch, just for good measure! Stinging? More will come if you're not careful. More will come.

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You're pathetic, you know that?

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Today's another battle lost.