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MrMario
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Posted 02/13/09 - 7:50 PM:
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I sit in the second to last row in the middle of the class. Chemistry. Holy shit, this is ridiculous. Distributing is a pain in the ass and we only need to know one kind of atmosphere.
From this far back, my eyes need time to focus between what I’m jotting down for notes what the professor is writing on the dry erase board. Sometimes I get these white, milky flashing things on the edge of my vision and my eyes start to throb. It’s like when your brother manages to pin you down and he presses his thumbs against your eyelids. Not hard enough that his thumbs go into the back of your sockets and push your eyes. No. Just hard enough that you wish he had.
Your eyes are probably watering right now.
The good thing about sitting this far back in the class, is, you can see everyone’s back. The girl scratching the base of her head because she pulled her ponytail too tight. The guy giving himself an uncle to scratch that elusive spot in the middle of his upper back… Heh … The chick lifting up the back of her pants to half-hide the silk, lime-green patch and purple laced, Pink brand, thong. That ones sitting right in front of me.
If that’s not a sight for sore eyes, I don’t know what is because my eyes were still throbbing.
The monotone, electric ding of the speakers, which replaced the metal ringing of old school bells, signaled the end of class.
I got up from my desk. Head rush. The waves of sound hitting my head like the liberty bell when it got that crack in it was put out of commission. My eyes and brain pulsating with every beat of my heart. Two invisible fists punching both of my temples at the same time.
Bu-bump!
Bu-bump!
My nose started bleeding. The professor, who disappeared in clumps of white against the white of the dry-erase board, started to walk out of class. Daily make-shift hall monitor. Three or four times a day. The white edges of my vision started to expand and retract amoeba like limbs and appendages, and I was stumbling. The door to the class seemed over fifty feet away and I got there in about for or five steps. I don’t know. I was stumbling.
I figured, hey, while I’m at it, vodka and orange cones. The kind used to redirect traffic. The kids on their skateboards, riding down their home streets. Trying to recreate every moment of their favorite skateboarding video games. The Tony Hawk and EA generation. Sometime, we all had that phase. No one ever stops to smell the tube cleaner and tissue paper roses taped to the creamy white hallway wall anymore. Not that I could smell at the moment, anyways. Shit. The Glee-Club.
Bu-bump!
Bu-bump!
My nose. I wished it would’ve focused on something other than metal. I didn’t want to smell every teachers meaningless wedding ring, belt buckle.
The wide nosed druggies with earring half the size of their ears painted over with chrome and a glass diamond, yelling, “Hey everyone! Look at me! I’m an arrogant fuck!”
The twenty-four karat gold necklace of the virgin Mary and her crucified bastard child walking away.
Groups of more Pink brand clothing huddled together as islands in seas of pepper and cinnamon. Looking and scowling at the other islands of Pink and lack of melanin.
I thin one of them has their monthly friend.
Bu-bump!
Or it could’ve been the metal coated cell phone in her front pocket that I just so happened to hear buzzing in between heart beats.
Bu-bump!
Who the fuck thought of tie-die and rolled down sweat pants?
The carpet was flat firm and inviting. I’m just surprised that the edges of it by the lockers haven’t grown dents from the asses of those bleeding heart wanna-be poets and foreign film goers. The theatre and scene kids who are in every production and have been for five years. Yes. They purposefully get held back, because, their afraid of getting cut from casting calls out in the real world. At least here your given a part more suitable for your ability. Supporting role. Damn, what a bitch. Aspiring writer quiting projects right at the beginning.
I think I’ll just lay here for a while. Go to sleep. Before my eyes shut, I see two things: First, a guy walks past me wearing gym shorts. He has them pulled up high. If you saw it, you’d think “Damn. He must be a she, because he’s got nothing in front!”
Bu-bump!
From Down here I know better.
There was this French guy. I least, I think he was French. Anyways, the guy who tied his phallus to his thigh? He reminded me of him. That’s what was going on.
Bu-bump!
Thing two: Everything turned brown and stained. The white splotches fadeing in small brainwaves. My eyelids. The air. The air kept filling with rusty pipe water. It got heavier, heavier, heavier, heavier.
I listened and no one was talking. Only staring, and body movement. Footsteps and closing lockers. Everyones too busy having prejudices. I just lay there, face down, bleeding, heavier.
Heavier.
Heavier.
The smell.
Heavier.
Heavier.
Heavier. Bu-bump… carbon dioxide
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Posted 02/13/09 - 8:32 PM:

another awesome. great flow, you're on a roll thumb up

sounds like you're having migraines though, you might want to talk to a doctor about it just to make sure it's not something more serious like an aneurysm or something.

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Posted 03/05/09 - 9:48 AM:

Migraines definitely can ruin a dude's hour, semester, and life. Untreated they will draw your days into a narrow rhythm of pain/relief spasms which will not only drag you down but ultimately result in an awful collision of hopes with reality. Your days will be measured by bouts of cranial torment and the lack thereof, wrenching you to the very threshold of submission to those special devils hiding somewhere within that mass of beseiged gelatin above your eyes. Truly a purge is in order and it's of the most urgent issues in your agenda.
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Posted 03/15/09 - 7:04 AM:

I've decided to call this story "Ameoba"
Chapter two is comming soon.

-MrMario
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Posted 03/17/09 - 3:15 AM:

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