From day to day Arlina would smoke powders used for alleviating
headaches, along with the tobacco from left over cigarillo puts from
left over cigarillos she would spoke outside of the apartment complex
she rented over in Pacifica.
The place she lived was outside the
control of the united states government, she wondered whether he elicit
smoking would continue to finance black budget projects in the United
States. Because even as an ex pat, because she never formally eliminated
her US citizenship, she still had to pay taxes in the United States.
And with her smoking headaches powders from neighboring cities still
part of the US, these purchases could still be tracked. She developed
the habit of purchasing said white powders individually and on grocery
store shelves. This way as long as she purchased said chemicals one at a
time, she would not create suspicion for her. She would smoke only in
small batches, so that she could use plausible deniability in her
smokes. For this, she could be energized as much as she wanted, and
nothing was going to stop her then.
As far as the effect on your
body, it was similar to drinking coffee. But smoking caffeine tends to
concentrate the mist, and so when she makes her cigarettes have black
liquid taint the tip of the top of the shaft, it gives her about the
energy that a normal person would drink about two pots of coffee. She
would hop up and down, and be constantly hungry. She craved more meat
than she had had since she had moved to Washington. She thought of how
bestiality was once legal there, but not anymore. And pictured military
contractor for black budget projects humping pigs. Not exactly the image
she wanted to have when she was making herself some refried beans, or
they might as well be refried beans, because adding flour to bacon
grease and beans created a texture similar to this. She didn't want her
refried beans tasting funny, after smoking some powders.
Arlina
remembered how when she participating in personal writing projects in
her early years, she was consuming up to four headache powders a day.
She would constantly get drunk, anything to alleviate the pain of
untreated shin splints and constant head aches from being on the
computer all the time. Along with the stress from living with her
mother, she was experiencing constant night terrors do to IBS and
intoxication. Every night she would have a feeling of menace beyond the
door.
A door that she hated.
A door that she wondered why
her parents even let her have at all. But as long as she had the
opportunity to lock it, that was what she did. Her parents did not want
to look to conspicuous, and therefore only abused her subtly--at first.
But this gradually become more and more over time.
Even when parents were home, she felt their presence.
She wondered whether her parents would do the same shit they did, when they picked her up from Washington.
She didn't want to find out.
Crow Among The Yard Of Angels
Friday, December 16, 2016
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Irregular, Ongoing
This will be for a collection of irregular but ongoing story arcs in a world of lax advertisement laws, dream-scanners, amnesiac cats, and elements of magic realism and surrealism.
Before you will be an hallucinatory picaresque that is an extension of the short story Jenna's Gift, after she is implied to have committed suicide before she loses all of her memories.
Before you will be an hallucinatory picaresque that is an extension of the short story Jenna's Gift, after she is implied to have committed suicide before she loses all of her memories.
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