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The space -beyond- the world we see.It's surreal. Vision blurring just that slight bit.
Colors merging along the edges.
The world as if from the view of under water. But not even that.
It's near suffocating and all I can think is that the colors are closing in. A strange twist. Is it not normally the darkness that fades into one's vision?
But this is different.
So much different and for a brief moment I somehow know that this is not normal.
Not normal in an sense. This vision before me.
That something is wrong.
For me to see this level of beauty.
Like a calm, almost. Calm before the storm.
Lulling me. Telling me something so false and just dragging me further into the ruse.
And why not?
Eyes wide and glossy. Looking up at that sight. That image. That visual heaven of sorts.
The space beyond the world we see -
because it's better than what is happening to me.
Got milk?Fuck!! Fuckfuckfuck!
Why did this always fucking happen to him?
Morning routine.
Get up. Check.
Destinkify self. Check.
Get food. Aaaa... not so much.
So what? He had the bowl. Had the spoon. Had the cereal.
Put the cereal in the bowl. Get milk.
Haha, yeah right. Why did his room mate have to have coffee and milk?!
So there he was. Knock on the door. No milk.
Next. No.
Next. Nextnextnext.
Did the whole fucking floor run out of milk?!
One more door...
Knockknock.
Answered.
... Oh God.
His face had to be bright red. Holding that little cereal bowl tight.
".... got milk?"
If sex isn't a joke, what is?( possible sexual reference )
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