He only opened his eyes because he could. Tossing around his mattress, that had been uncovered for days, piled with dirty clothes, junk food wrappers, old newspapers and seventeen empty cigarette packets containing ash, he spied Satan, the cockroach he had named so last night, after it flew straight for his mouth, as if intent … Continue reading Bossed Around,Tossed Around, Screwed Around, For What? Worth.
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Drugged Satan
As soon as he came to his senses, his first feeling was - weariness. Abject, brutal, crushing weakness. He hadn't done anything physical that day, neither had he read or dwelled on important things like current affairs about the country's politics and economy. It was six in the evening, the sun, was by now a … Continue reading Drugged Satan
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