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neurological dryer lint

dirty deeds... and the dunderchief

 

burning your city down

let me tell you all what the absolute best feeling in the world is.

you're dead tired from an early morning and a really busy weekend. you're in the office, sitting at your desk, frustrated with some hardware company's useless website being down so you can't get the driver you need from them. people have been asking you ridiculous little questions all day. it's hard to keep your eyes open. all you're thinking about is going home to bed.

stumbling as if reeling from a blow to the head, you shuffle out of the dark, cold, humming, LED-glowing cave of the server room. the hallway light surprises you, frightens you like an angry demon. wearily hurry to the shelter of the kitchen, fingers grasping the sleek refrigerator door. opens... and the dull red seems bright as the sun. your heart leaps, shouting and laughing like a little child. white letters are the most beautiful poetry you've ever read.

cheerwine.

aluminum cold and familiar against my hand. the simultaneous crack-hiss of the lid... i feel like i just knocked on the door at renee's house before our first date. the excitement and tension and trepidation presses on the outside of my heart and outwards from the inside at the same time.

the can meets me in an embrace. the flood of sweet, the bite makes me wince and exult. relief is a chilly red shower on my nerves... gasp, as if i've come to the surface after drowining in liquid joy.



[cheese mode = off] sorry bout all that. yeah, i found a leftover can of cheerwine in the fridge in the office this morning. made my day. :) i guess it wasn't really as intense as my first date with renee. it was a tasty beverage though. :)

 

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