French soda and graffiti artThere is a wooden table covered in graffiti engulfed behind plant life and cigarette smoke clouds on the bare outskirts of downtown. Messages are scratched upon the table with black Sharpies, everything from loving someone named Bob to rude obscenities about the government. There sat three teenagers whom, where the only ones not shortening their life with tobacco on the smoking deck of Caffé Pergelosi. They sat laughing at pretentious people and their bongos. Other patrons around started to glance over, then started to glare at them. It wasn’t so much that they were laughing louFrench soda and graffiti art
random observationThe sun rays cover the right side of her face, along with her writing hand and neck. Piercing her skin’s melanin quietly settling on the inner epidermis, shadows cast upon the paper she writes. A town clock rings distantly, fading in the commotion of morning cars to work. The side of her is bound to get darker than the left; it always is in her mind. Walnut street is placid for a few moments every couple of minutes. No cars pass disturbing the calm atmosphere, just a few bikes wheeling by. Skateboarders take the advantage, busy or quiet, skimming down the soft curve.random observation
memory clipsBright neon lights flash on and off the black screen, producing images of Tekken 3 characters fighting. Tokens clink together in everyone’s pockets; replying lost games over again. Petite fingers repeatedly hitting the ‘A’ button; hand jamming the joystick forward towards the enemy. “Game Over” the screen displayed with losing music, Kyli hits the video game machine in anger. Fishing out another two coins, he tried again to take down the ‘Break dancing Eddy’ and his dangerous legs tripping his player. Outside the game room, different groups of people armemory clips
lost fishhas anyone seen my fish? i miss him terribley. makes me sad without him... motorcycling stud off in the distance, far away. running faster to catch up, but a motorbike is faster than my non-cross country skills. fast as a light he goes. the warm sun is kissing my face gleefully. children giggle off in the distance, taunting me of my childhood memories. eyelids flutter at the bright rays of sunshine. sway side to side, drunk off of the sunlight. no longer hugging my knees on the sidewalk steps. spinning gently in imperfect obolong circles, fingertips stroke the cool wind that breezes by for a look. rouge stain on my lips, poutlost fish
i like the emoticon
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