had nothing on it because it wasn't on (not the entry tag) Beryl thought it was a pretty house, it was cozy, it was unique. She sort of meandered along from the previous street. And she didn't know where she was, but she'd wandered around the town some. She was beat. She'd taken note of particularl...

Mom, Angie, and Maya were inside the house and Dad was fixing a window from the outside. That left Ramsey up on the roof trying to scrub moss. They'd armed him with some kind of acid-bleach mixture. Wasn't the accurate way to call it. It was just some mixed shit Mom called her secret weapon when it ...

The Big Bang. Joanne's bedroom. Camera view, inverted. Houston.. looks like we're coming out of the lens above the screen. Tanka! Rudo, man of the hour! Joanne smirked at the camera, clasped in one hand while the other bear hugged both her little brothers underneath her armpit. Well, not so little ...

Green... Orange... Yeah man, that's some green and orange right there. What had even happened in the past five minutes? TFW this was why the art budgets in public education kept on being slashed forever and ever. Fuck. "Surrealist, huh?" ... Well, what was he supposed to say about that? He...

So...... Yeah. Cool. Demetri had put his all into watching Aleks ascend to some transcendental place in her mind or, uh, whatever the hell it was she was doing. He'd tried to really meditate on the details of Aleks work process. Maybe learn something, or maybe just lose himself in slightly erotic da...

Demetri's eyes immediately went, like, straight to that spot where her hair was thinned out to the scalp when she scratched it. Jeez he just.. liked that, a lot. Unique looking. "I mean that's fine, I guess." Well, if he thought about it... it wasn't that fine really? Sure he was almost do...

She didn't have much to say. See that was an honest appraisal. Respectable, because Aleks didn't see fit to beat around the bush and waste people's time when it was better used... on stuff besides beating around bushes, whoever and whatever that metaphor was trying to summarize for. Back to Aleks. H...

"Yeah, yeah. That's it exactly!" Demetri nodded. Smiling, awkwardly, not really at Aleks but next to her at least. No, no. He still didn't really see what she was talking about. Photos were discrete frozen moments in time, how did they show any more time than that? But if Aleks had told hi...

Each second that passed by, it felt more and more that Demetri's life had become some sort of bad punchline. Or, become the shitty .gif where some dude dumbasses out right at the end. It was like, fuck, when he'd wanted to look a girl deep in the eyes for a long and deep moment this isn't what he'd ...

A girl actually following him, holy shit... Okay, yeah, it was just him being pathetic and incel like he always was, this really wasn't even sort of a big deal, but he couldn't help being so fucked up that any little bit of attention from the fairer sex made him feel like he was just the best. ... F...

It was 'nice', she said. God, he'd take it. A single even vaguely friendly comment from a pretty girl was like... huge, big, something along the lines of... > talk to girl > she says she thinks your opinions arent bullshit > ultimate validation never before experienced ... Yeah, that was about right...

Honestly he was still half stuck on the whole 'she actually responded without killing me' part. That was a pretty new feeling. Put some kinda emotion in his suddenly weird-feeling chest that he couldn't quite describe. The next feeling was familiar though. Exasperation, it was. At himself. Because o...

Holy shit to be honest Demetri hadn't actually expected her to respond. He kept cool, 'course. Wasn't going to deny the brief moment of blank 'tard brain he'd had to puzzle through, until he could think again. Fuck, of course she'd had to ask that. Like, Demetri was looking at the many waves and squ...

Demetri fucking loved this song, called ' The Obituaries ', by The Menzingers. He piped it in right through his earbuds while he sat in a corner of the art room, one without too many other folks. Like, he'd describe it as one of those sort of inspiring songs. The guitar had a quality about it. Words...

Demetri felt like he wasn't in trouble. Also, he felt like a loser. It was really loud in his head, and not so loud in the room proper. Where, Roxy had gotten back into some kind of plinking about with the keys. But really, who cared about her? Demetri couldn't really see the other two people in the...