I feel like a Back-rub, a Blowjob, and a Billion dollars, in 666 words.


It’s been dark for 2 days now.  I can’t sleep because I am sick.  I can’t get better because I can’t sleep, and my body is becoming weak because of the sickness.  My sickness does not make me tired, it makes me wide-awake, red puffy eyed and all.  I sniff and my nose is mostly clogged, my eyes are open, but they are pained to the point of redness.  I can’t sleep because I cough from a scratchy throat.  My nose will not stop running.  Like a laugh that you almost choke on it’s subtle enough to kill but mundane enough to smile about, I am referring to the cough.

I am going to get tested today at whatever clinic is open.  It being the day after the president spoke about the situation I doubt anything will be open and if it is open I am sure it will be packed.

Relativity is key to understanding actions of which human beings make.  If you are a whore you will fuck someone, and people won’t think less of you.  If you are a nun and you fuck someone you are a whore.  How does this all work?  Because we have all been socialized.  I feel like a back-rub, a blowjob, and a billion dollars.

A painted lady of the grotesque, a tri-colored house, of pink, purple, and white, for those of you who don’t know.  It sat in what looked to be a marsh once beaten down by footsteps.  Surface ground of mud flat and glaze covered.  The ground was warm to the touch.  The feeling of someone creeping up behind aroused the hairs on the back of my neck.  Forward the Painted Lady, behind and next to me were houses with dark brown paneling, green and black in some spots, much weathering.  Upon approach I notice a mattress covering the front window just inside of the balcony.  Most of the windows are one with board and nails.  I walked within oceanic green everything and black.  I have no recollection of walking inside of the door other than the color.  I have been here before, but I have never been here like this.  I am inside old houses all the time.  They are dark, damp, and vacant.  There is a treasure trove in this particular one.  My ex-girlfriend, Christine, appears and she is adamant that this house belongs to her.  I move farther in, while I move I worry that the floor may collapse I see that the wood floors are bowed with wetness and I take caution.  If I fall below I will lose my mind.  I know there is no way out and I know I will die alone, or with no other human, screaming to death.  I would run to a window and notice that it would be barred shut.  I avoid the soft spots and holes in the floor because of this thought.  I move to the living room and I notice a Wii entertainment system.  I do not have one.  I want one.  I start going through wires, packaging, controllers, an electrical-cord, I find them all and start moving.  Meanwhile I am being told we have to go.

The floor is caving in.  The house is shaking off of its foundation.  I am too obsessed to leave the gaming counsel behind.  Christine is gone.  I am alone.  As I run with the system I notice that I have no games.  I stop.  The system is useless without the games.

I suddenly realize that I have forgotten the games and I am back inside of my head wondering if there is treasure below my feet.  I wonder what is housed inside of the basement, or upstairs.  I wonder why no one has taken what I have and if there is more to take, I drop to my knees.  The house shook my balance.  I fall.  I find nothing but a desolate hole.  I have no knowledge of where I have come to or what…

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About Terry Scott Niebeling

Hello, My name is Terry Scott, a human being with flaws. twitter: @sirterryscott Buy my ebooks: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1/191-4788099-1818040?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=terry+scott+niebeling
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