ONE ...
whats a good thing to die?
Grant!
Ok we've got a story.
GRANT AND CARY DIE
I can't help but think there's more to the story than this?
What do you mean?
Like... "Like what?"
Like
"I got two likes."
My mother stepped into my bedroom. I was being humble and she said thats one more than yesterday.
"I am humbled and Dear God Rest. Rest upon my shoulders, I am God. God Rest Upon My Shoulders."
My mother took her skinning knife and touched it to her tounge while she stared at me in the eyes.
"What?!"
No?
"I don't know that people are looking for that level of aggression in written work."
GRANT AND CARY DIE
I paced my apartment. Cary screamed in my ears that she wants to fuck. I fuck and I fuck. I fuck and I fucking fuck.
"Still fucking?"
Fucking what?
"Fucking dead?"
I'm not dead yet.
Grant took his damn needles and took his damn needles needles, he took the needles inside his needles...
"My mother..."
Cary: "Your mother."
Grant was tasked with killing his mother and he said this to Cary, his once lover that passed under his finger tips dead and deader than dead the last time he killed her dead(er) each time she passed dead. "I'm dead."
I know dear.
So you killed her?
SO SHE'S DEAD INSIDE ME
So I did.
"You do."
Cary and I imagined the whole thing. Cary is safe in a barn.
I sorrily spoke to my mother.
"Cary!"
A woman walked in and it was just straight up not Cary.
"Ah fuck Grant who is this?"
Mom this is Cary now.
No... Cary is dead?
The woman had needles inside all of those damn needles and whoever the fuck's mother was like not about... like needles and shit.
"I killed her yea. Did we not have this chat about all the needles and stuff and how it's not like 'technically' murder if I put like 400 dollars worth in a needle?"
My mother vomited.
Needles pinned a damn needle in the bathroom and my mother was like hearing it kinda? Cuz the girl was liking it.
"I...guess that you can keep Needles up in your old room with you, yea Grant."
NEEDLES
So this is child endangerment?!
Grant was enraged. And arrested.
POLICE-PERSON: "He cannot go to schools."
Mother: "Grant do you go to schools?"
Grant: "I won't."
POLICE-PERSON: "You can't"
Mother: "Well you can't"
Grant: "Well I won't."
COMMERCIAL VANS
I drive a van.
I drive a van and inside the van, I keep my dog.
I drive a van and inside the van I keep my dog safe.
I drive a van and inside the van I keep my dog safe.
Dog: I can see the damn needles.
"Honey we'll be home soon."
PART 4
DOG: IT IS ME. I AM LIKING THE NEEDLES. BUT WHEN IS IT MY TURN?
GRANT: it is her idea to do these damn drugs. and when my body rests in peace, her mind will rest inside my dying corpse for all to feast.
DOG: UPON MY SHOULDERS GOD HAS RESTED, PIECES OF MY MIND POSSESED, KEEP MY NEEDLES ON MY DRESSER
Grant: That was nice. I think we'll do this one for...
Cary spoke up. Cary: Needles?
Yea she needs something to think about.
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