10-21-2013, 03:16 PM
This is still Friday. Last Friday. Sometimes it is easy to peel back the layers of time, skim it up and slide in between them. Hide between this second and that second, deny that seconds are separate things. We are always and everywhen but it does not work like that for most of us. The clock moves, and we move with it.
Friday: last Friday, Friday October 18, 2013, afternoon or evening, god-only-knows.
Sera says, Eric was at the Tap House for an hour before we arrived. He played some game on his phone with fat floofy birds and waited and waited. Spotted us as soon as we arrived. Sprayed his palm with something from a small bottle before he came up to us.
He left and went around the corner and got out his phone again. Did something with it when we were stung and watched the screen all het up. Excited or something? Fucker. Jogged toward a black car, it had a logo like these rings four of them together? Like the Olympics. [AN AUDI YOU GUYS SERA DOES NOT KNOW CAR BRANDS] Colorado license plate [NUMBER HERE]. Went north but who the fuck knows where he went.
Can anyone find stuff out about the car? Like on the computer or something?
Friday: last Friday, Friday October 18, 2013, afternoon or evening, god-only-knows.
Sera says, Eric was at the Tap House for an hour before we arrived. He played some game on his phone with fat floofy birds and waited and waited. Spotted us as soon as we arrived. Sprayed his palm with something from a small bottle before he came up to us.
He left and went around the corner and got out his phone again. Did something with it when we were stung and watched the screen all het up. Excited or something? Fucker. Jogged toward a black car, it had a logo like these rings four of them together? Like the Olympics. [AN AUDI YOU GUYS SERA DOES NOT KNOW CAR BRANDS] Colorado license plate [NUMBER HERE]. Went north but who the fuck knows where he went.
Can anyone find stuff out about the car? Like on the computer or something?
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula