'red, you've been crying about getting a new vehicle for a long time now. and then what do you do? you spend the dp money on a remote detection device - what r u, paranoid or crazy'
'i dont know im sorry. crazy love makes me strange'
(red thats not 'just' anything. judging guessing and disregarding the promise. abominable wallowing swallowing following swimming in some ethereal vat with watery wine swirling thru submerged ear canals.)
but instead she said dopey eyed adoration is disgusting
that of course made him settle even deeper into cushy pain rehearsal until it became exciting to see the curtain open on a new stageplay. tho no event is entirely singular she was finished wondering why she was there/why not go elsewhere
how even the laundry was tinged with that color and predictable fragrance: memory of sky blue baby powder. she looked at his face it seemed very young and at the lace placemats and asked why would you want to be sopping up puddles of sweat off the desk and sweeping goofballs away from the path for some shmuck to pass who doesnt even know who you are?
'i dont make the world' he said emphatically 'i am just in it'
pathetic she said i'm outta here
but you know the fresh laundry does smell baby sweet
'it is a small moment to cherish' he said melodramatically (sssssniffffffff)
waving she said 'well put it in your oversized antique treasure chest' and closed the door
