In The ShowerIn the shower, he shaved off all his hair. He started on his legs and feet, then worked his way up to his head. The fibres curled over the edge of the razor as it moved contemplatively up his skinny legs. When he finished-he went to the sink and washed his hands, crotch, and armpits with paint stripper. The liquid burned but liberated.In The Shower
You see, it wasn’t that he was afraid of what would become of him. No, that wasn’t it, at all. He just didn’t want them to know, that’s all.
He went out into the kitchen and opened a can of sardines. The clock on top of the fridge read 3:36, “Eight more hours,”
Hmph...
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for the lulz!
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My Prints
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"After everything I've done, I hate myself for what I've become." --Trent Reznor
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