let's go so back

"can we...can we just go a little back?"

asked someone, who didn't want to really go all the way back.

"no," I said. "I need us to go really to the end of the past."

"but vhy?" asked another vampire.

it was one of the veghan vamphires, and never even ate food.

"you're getting crusty," noted an eyebrow demon, who personally disliked his association with all these mental or social lepers.

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"Guys, guys," I laughed a little at my eyebrow. I felt guilty because I had run out of whiskey.
"I may end up parched in the morning," I told them. "Just saying. I don't want to leave any of you in sorrow."

"Keep us festered in description that ye may be more than a flitting lass to us," said someone, then, who was serious.

I turned my gaze at the voice. "Have you heard of the Gaze, young Throat-Strafer?" I asked.

Then the songs began, and they were overwhelming. They were not my songs, but they were the songs of the people around me.

Never being one who inspires sorrow, I began to dance with them. And I listened to their words as they danced with me.

bodily fatigue, and how good train systems can avoid it. originally titled: "you inability to cope with my awesomeness"

The train attempted its arrival at the subway stop.

We both stood well apart from the platform, none too eager to find out exact moments of the train's arrival against the curvature of its tunnel.

A lot of people were looking. They were wondering why the train was not yet there, or why it wasn't opening its doors to let them in yet, so that they could finally go home.

All they wanted to do was finally go home.

So they looked into the curvey tunnel, and that was the best way for them to spend their time. Leaning against the curve of the tunnel.

...

There are stories about how the MTA steals money from metrocards over swipes. One minute you have $38.50, next minute you are asked to swipe again. Now you have $17.24.

Seriously, people should pay more attention to that.

...

There is some boring ass shit plastered all over the train stations by some commercial interests, I think. And there is some equally boring ass shit graffiti. There's tired ideas like "omg wake up", or "u don't kno whats happening".

"Supernatural" posters get their eyes colored in.

The F train arrives. The doors open. Suddenly, I am flung into the train by an invisible handle!

There, I get pushed into paying more than I should for my train ride.

A new drink around

There's a new style around
of drinking
whiskey
slowly.

It's not the same as the last time,
when I wounded everyone so badly.

No, this is a new drink around,
involving sipping / not gulp-ee--ing.

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...ee--ing... around a down ... town ...

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It's not a new drug around,
but a new way of drinking a round
called sipping while not
slipping.

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Enjoy the night.