/lit/ - Literature

road burn on my sternum
barely starting to heal
still sticky and raw from falling intoxicated
need a ride home from a remote forest park but no one will come
lied about having read something
played an open source video game

HOMETOWN HEROES
HOME OF THE ATTAWAULACS and a weathered old lesbian bartender, it's otherwise empty
NO SMOKING in Yoshi's pub and the other place closes at 4
4 pints of whispering willows
we don't want water sherbet beer
melt candy with a lighter to get to the gum
sick on the road
maybe rent a parking spot
$400 for the winter

a decrepit apartment block with windows painted over like walls
micheal jordan butt holes painted in the shower
there's a large textile factory nearby but no one works there except a woman selling rags or clothes
steal a sample of yarn
back at the apartment
partiers everywhere through the rooms and halls like roaches despite an announcement about covid over the loudspeaker
a ghost, windswept like a dandelion seed, regaining control only momentarily to spy in the windows of an aquarist
alerted by a security light the aquarist spies back
threaten to shit in his fish tanks before another gust comes
a left handed stratocaster and a mustang bass in a red colour never seen
the d strings are missing

small glowing oblong orbs
futuristic mafia condo development
bio dome towers
new brunswick
he boils soap and it is glowing and bubbling black and red like molten lava
convenience store bread

camp full of pious christians
incubus seduces a woman

witnessing a confusing scene
someone in protective clothing
surgeon scrubs, or maybe hazmat equipment, standing over a person lying with only a sheet
distressed in the interrogation room
a confessional clipboard with no words, only indecipherable scribbles
never talk without a lawyer

drive to the arctic tree line where the trees are humanoid
there are many characters but only marge simpson is recognizable

wet labyrinth
looking for a place to skate

pretending to vomit
just cramp it out your butt