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Joey Was Driving on the Freeway

Joey was driving on the freeway. 'Going nowhere, going nowhere, nobody cares.'
And then Joey hit an angel. He was thinking 'Nobody really cares' at the time. He had heard about people getting in trouble for hit and runs so Joey pulled over.
Sitting the angel up against the car, Joey asked if he was alright. The angel didn't say anything intelligible, just mumbled. The angel stood up with great effort and started flapping his wings, making loose feathers fly. Joey looked at the car and noticed his tail light was out.
'Nobody, nobody, nobody,' Joey thought as he watched the lights on the freeway. 'If only there were somebody to tell me.'
Joey pulled into a gas station. A wizard was standing outside by the pay phone, rocking back and forth on his heels and wringing his hands. Joey walked to the pay phone and picked up the phone off of the receiver. He put the phone to his ear and pressed some buttons, waited a few moments, then dropped it back on it's resting place. He threw a few coins into the wizards upturned hat and waited for the wizard to speak. He didn't. He only rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; never resting, never resolving his movement.
'There is nobody who knows.'
Joey went into the convenience store. There were bright packages on the shelf with promises on the labels. The shelves started just in front of the counter and extended past the walls of the store into a space void, the end out of sight. So many goods, so many things to make a person happy.
Joey noticed a church mouse on the floor. The mouse started to cough. After a moment, it started to gag. Presently, the church mouse produced a small piece of gold. It pushed the nugget away with disgusted impatience and scurried away. As Joey looked at the gold he remembered something. Joey got a pair of scissors.
Joey was on the freeway again. His thoughts were stilled.
He stood on the shore. The scissors gleamed in the night. Joey opened up the scissors and made an incision in his belly. First came the blood. Joey reached his hand inside and pulled out handfuls of white, blood soaked bread. Searching more earnestly, Joey pulled out a few small golden nuggets. He threw them into the sea and made stars. Joey shoved both his hands inside himself. Arching his back, with sweat beading on his forehead, Joey tried to pull. He redoubled his effort and pinprick sized drops of blood appeared on his skin. With a yell, he pulled out the universe with blood soaked hands, fell into the ocean and dissolved.

Fever Winter

'I feel Winter's cold fingers around my neck, choking me.'

I don't feel winter anymore.
I hated it while it was here but I find myself longing, I find myself nostalgic for the cold depression.

Grocery List:
Poetry
Fever Ray
Black
Black
Black
Cold
Love

Bulimia

There were a lot of feelings a person could feel.
In seven years.
A stack of one dollar bills
and pills.

Peas, Frozen

Ellen sat in the kitchen eating frozen peas. Her mouth was frozen and her tongue slow so when Alex came by to say hello, Elle could only articulate a thick "Hi" which sounded as if someone were pulling her tongue. Probably a cat. She had written a short story about a man buying a house. It was a puzzling affair as the short story seemed more like a poem and the ideas were somewhat jumbled. Elle didn't know what the story was supposed to mean but she knew it meant something. She felt the same way about the story as she did about religion: confused but with a feeling that there was more than what was presented.
The peas were gone. Ellen pushed her tongue to the roof of her mouth to warm it. She would deal with the problem like she dealt with everything else these days. Elle crumpled up her work and threw it in the trash with the bag from the frozen peas.

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