10 June 2012
Staring at the jocks; she rubbed on her stomach and puked on the ground. Was glad for the first time seeing them and not broken and scared for she wanted to get rid of that meal anyway. Muscles,6-pack, abs.. these made her think of pornography and rape. She stood up and opened her parasol, for the sun was plotting against her once more, her pale complexion was precious, sacred. It didn't take her long to stop again, clenching her teeth.. A boy a girl making out on the grass, the boy bending over the girl, few crappy girls going aww; their mouths wide open.. Diane-that was her name-narrowed her eyes, not out of anger or frustration, for she was afraid they would see and mistake her tears for sympathy. She tried to swallow unsuccessfully and went in to her way, to her *home*. She was living on the roof of a skyscraper, just above a posh restaurant. Diane looked down. Her eyes sparkled seeing an inferior human kneeling before a female, a diamond ring in his hand claiming superiority; to mount down on her delicate body; to push and push till blood dripping down on their brand newWhite Caucasian furniture. Di grimaced and fetched her knife set, they needed to be sharpened but there wasn't time for the 'couple' was heading to the exit. The girl asked to be excused and went down to the ladies room; they always did; they had to paint their sorrow; powder their insecurities. And while the second-class person accompanying them would hurry to the 'lobby' to pick up their coats. That's where Di carefully puts on her disposable gloves and hangs them to the water pipes from their cocks till blood is dripping off of their body to the red carpet they stepped in, till the single drop leaves their corpse. Then she crawls back to her dorm, she will not sleep till the city is under control.
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Diane, 2012 • Opuss № I