Pcp and Pinus 4 Oh god, he thinks to himself, I need more Monster. He shambles out the door of his dorm, bringing an air of pure exhaustion with him. Every step he makes clangs against the metal steps as he spirals down the stairs. After signing out, he finally gets outside and laboriously reaches 7-eleven. Inside, he grabs a monsters and shambles to the counter. “2.63,” the cash register says. He fumbles in his wallet. Finding no money, he leaves the lone Monster alone on the counter and proceeds to walk back to State University aPcp and Pinus 4
PCP and Pinups 3He sits, still alone, on his couch. Only this time, his jeans have large holes in them where stains used to be and he vigorously cleans another blemish. After a few minutes, the jeans rip again. “All clean,” he says as he turns his attention to his finger nails, which are long and unruly but surprisingly clean. He begins to bite them off, one by one at a feverish pace. After all ten seem normal, he bites them all again just in case. Nail clippings now cover his pants. By now, his nails are so short that the pink skin beneath is revealed and throbbing.PCP and Pinups 3
PCP and Pinups 2Now nearly to tears, she has picked the window of a popcorn store to sit at as she intently frowns at the leather jacket. The crowd she accumulated has now followed her to the store, some of them trying to get a better look by standing on their tip-toes. As she sits there silently, an old woman walks forward in order to diffuse the situation. She asks “What’s your name, girl?” The woman replies, “NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS,” and runs off screaming. It takes the spectators a moment to realize that she had left her jacket. One man cautiously approaches attempting to throPCP and Pinups 2
PCP and Pinups 1She walks down the street sporting platinum blond hair and a leather jacket skewered with clothes pins. She’s downtown and she can see cars blocking her path at the next stoplight, so she stops walking and reaches into her jacket for a cigarette. She fumbles for a minute, until she realizes she left her only pack at home. “Fuck,” she mumbles under her breath, “Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK.” At least, she meant to mumble. She took off her coat and began to stamp on it. “WHY WON’T YOU BLEED?” she began to scream. “Indoor voices, now,” tPCP and Pinups 1
HEy guys guys people
Tired
I miss your sporadic, psychotically changing, random stories!
They were quite enjoyable, hah.
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