Making Nonsense

Music rattling through the walls while a snake shakes it’s tail somewhere in the desert.
MOVE FORWARD_ _ _ hold still.
The wood in my house doesn’t breathe at 1:29 AM. It is asleep.
My feet want to take me somewhere but I don’t know where.

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After work my mind went into a seizure. I perceived things in six dimensions. I think that the air vent at work is the culprit, or that computer.
Unattached to everything.
Someone argues in the street with a girl. Maybe she is wearing a bandanna and her boyfriend drives an Acura with a modified muffler system. The girl’s mother knows when her daughter comes home late into the night.

Ricky has always been detached from any main focus in life. When he got his first car at age 17, with the scrounged monies he managed to save, he felt like he had something to be proud of for the first time in his life. He learned how to care for his car and how to be a man. One of the two comes with a manual. His car occupied his all of his thoughts.

Mary wanted to move away from everyone, after receiving a call from solitude late one Friday night. She wanted to know who she was. She packed her small green duffle bag with certain things she collected. Postcards, some old newspaper cut outs, three birthday cards, and two short story novels were what she carried. She didn’t know where to go but she left anyway.

The music stops and a desperate voice yells “FUCK YOU”.