The Crunch (540 hits)
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Submitted by loveinbrevity (View user info) at 2008-12-31 01:23:05 EST
We sat cross legged facing each other on the bed on top of the covers. You were reading Bukowski and I of course was reading Vonnegut. There was music playing faintly, but I couldn't quite make it out. I think it was Hole or Portishead whatever it was, it was far too cheesy and cliché for my taste. I got up from the bed and walked over to the lap top. I put on Murs, but left the volume so that it was still barely audible. You shot me a look but returned almost immediately to your book.
I sat back down; as I did you got up. You walked into the kitchen and came back with a glass of scotch on the rocks in your hand. You grabbed your cigarettes off the table and walked out onto the fire escape for a smoke. You didn't offer me a drink or even invite me out to smoke. I went back to my book.
You came back in and returned to your seat directly in front of me. As you exhaled I inhaled and I could taste the stale cigarette and warm cheap booze. You didn't really look at me; you went back to your book. I went back to mine. It was a well thumbed copy of "God Bless You Elliot Rosewater". I'd read it so many times that I had each character in each word memorized. I could turn to any page at any point and immediately know what letter or punctuation mark was coming next.
I looked up from my book and watched you read. I watched as your mouth silently formed Bukowski's words. I watched long and closely enough that I knew exactly which short story you were reading. I began to wish I was the catholic school girls with the bible crossing and uncrossing her legs and that you were Bukowski watching me.
I guess you could feel me starring because with out even looking up, you started to read out loud. As you read I continued to watch your mouth. God I love your mouth. My body starts to ache with desire. I let you get about half way through the seventh line before I kissed you, hard.
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Submitted by billrhine (user info) at 2009-02-04 16:46:16 EST (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2009-01-05 17:46:16 EST (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2009-01-05 17:46:08 EST (#)
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Submitted by experima (user info) at 2009-01-01 21:07:35 EST (#)
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i like you
Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2008-12-31 22:36:46 EST (#)
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meh
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-12-31 15:43:46 EST (#)
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-12-31 13:10:26 EST (#)
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ALL I HAVE TO OFFER IS A QUOTE FORM ONE OF THE GREATEST MEN I'VE EVER KNOWN:
Shlongy:
"THIS BLEW"
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-12-31 13:14:02 EST (#)
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i think you'll find that sort of insight into life is very applicable here, yes?
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-12-31 13:10:26 EST (#)
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ALL I HAVE TO OFFER IS A QUOTE FORM ONE OF THE GREATEST MEN I'VE EVER KNOWN:
"rreeeeeeeeee."
Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-12-31 12:39:59 EST (#)
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The music added to the cliche making it unbearable.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-12-31 11:44:55 EST (#)
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So, the MUSIC was even MORE of a cliche than two people reading Vonnegut and Bukowski?
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-12-31 08:43:33 EST (#)
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You know nothing of the crunch, youve never even been to the crunch!"
"I've been once..."
"Sure, little daytrip round the crunch, we can all be tourists 'oooh is that a bit of crunch'
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-12-31 08:22:52 EST (#)
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Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2008-12-31 03:23:58 EST (#)
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Submitted by Trishtopher (user info) at 2008-12-31 02:48:26 EST (#)
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WTF...I'm not reading all that!
Submitted by TheBrad (user info) at 2008-12-31 01:28:11 EST (#)
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This could have gone either way in the end. On this site, i was expecting you to stab her in the face and rape her corpse.