“You’re an emotional #vampire Jan!”
“You’re an emotionless windbag Jerry so why should you care.”
“You make me tired!”
“You’re an insomniac, you’re welcome.”
“I want a divorce.”
“We aren’t married Jerry.”
“Marry me then for gods sake!”
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Her #journey to understanding the #contravariant was a bumpy one.She’d tried spells but mixed up powdered lizard tail with oregano, she’d attempted to contact her deceased algebra teacher only succeeding in reaching her grandfather.He didn’t have a clue either. #vss365#whistpr
The canyon #yielded a #manifold of deadly consequences should you take the wrong turning. All manner of creatures hid in the depth waiting for a tourist to stray off the path, courage and a foolish pride in their footsteps. The canyon yawned. A great beast indeed. #whistpr
He balanced #theorems and answers on the head of a pin. Placing them all in his cork board he strung them together to find the connection and to capture, to capture it. The end of it all was on a string wound between two pins. #vss365
Things began to fall apart when #math was removed from the world. The pyramids melted into mirages, time waned and bent till the stars appeared at noon and the sun rose only on Tuesdays. Delia didn’t mind, she had to retake her maths gcse three times, who would know now? #vss365
In a parallel universe, I'm a hero. That me's no different, though. They just have much lower standards there — you can overcome adversity just by getting out of bed.
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Her eyes became #paper, blank slates who’s cold pale openness promised to record a life’s story. Her fingers were #needles, they punctured what she grasped trying desperately to create something other, something new. It slipped away like empty thread. #vss365#whistpr
I fought through #nostalgia, sweeping away distant notes of laughter and close conversations that were pasted along the cold walls. Hammering the sign amongst the bed of petunias I once picked to sit at the morning table, I gave a fond farewell to fondness. #vss365
“I have a #phobia of #exorcisms.”
“That’s quite specific. Is it all the yelling or something?”
“Mmm more the language and that water, it always stings.”
“Oh, yeah of cour... what?”
A cloud of smoke filled his front room.
“Who the hell was that?” #vss365
He has a #phobia of holes. Gaps. Empty spaces.
‘In the short term, I’d suggest just avoiding them,’ his therapist says.
She doesn’t understand.
She can’t feel the open pours in his skin, the microscopic cracks in his flesh, the gaps between his atoms.
#vss365#Sunthing
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