– tony.espino –

a human. for now.

21.16 | june

chronicle of an unreliable voice

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Turned the radio up. It was my favorite song. It also made me think about strangling somebody. I love music that makes me feel. I bet if a passenger was in the car with me they would want to feel like I feel. Mostly I feel nothing. Well it’s something, but it’s mostly nothing.

“What kind of life are you trying to create at this hour?” the man said to the Mad Lady. He looked at the clock, but it was blurry. The Mad Lady dragged her toes across the splintered floor of the dilapidated cabin and out the back door into the dark rain. She untied one of many balloons from the wooden fence and guided it in the cabin.
“What do you think you’re doing? We talked about not bringing anymore loneliness into this house,” the man said as the Mad Lady barged through the kitchen.
“I can’t hear you over all the thunder. Sorry.”


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