The problem with insomnia is you’re awake. Fully functional and aware to every beat, thump, pump, slick, lick, rick, prick, oh now you’re just getting wordy aren’t you? That’s the thing, 당신 are as awake as 당신 are asleep, you're neither. 연기 out on muscle memory as 당신 slug through the day, never were 당신 fully asleep 또는 fully awake. You’re just there. Like an single 슬래쉬 mark in the world, adding yourself, thinking 당신 belong when really, you’re just a number.

A number that no one will ever count on.

No one will rely on.

Lean on.

Carry on.

Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, 당신 stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.

“You have a minute?”

당신 do, but 당신 won’t. Above the thick rims, 당신 can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather Mr.English, prop his neatly steam-press Marc Polo elbows onto your property. 당신 swore at that moment, 당신 wanted, needed to beat him down. Suffocate his pseudo accent with that godawful tie until your knuckles bare whiter than peaking tanlines. 당신 hate this man. Walking around like people even enjoy his presence, his spiels actually worth something. Mr. English, sure he has 더 많이 "mangrit" than 당신 can ever achieve, but at least 당신 can catch a clue as if it was painted blue.

"Something had whisk me away tonight, do 당신 mind filling in for me?"

당신 can, but 당신 wouldn't but 당신 still accept. Anything to get his purple patch 글리 out of there. Though, who did he fight?

당신 ask.

"Oh! This. It's nothing just a tussle I had, have 당신 ever gotten in a good round of fisticuffs before?"


당신 snapped, all because 당신 didn't want to lie about never getting into a fight before. It wasn't that 당신 were scared of confrontation, 당신 just haven't, well until now.

On your heels, your lurch forward. Fingers leeching onto that shitty, green tie and as soon as your digits felt silk, around and around they looped the smooth grooves of the tie. Quickly, 당신 hooked and yank the tie back in the means of arching English muscle. 당신 felt him, ribcage expanding to his flaring nostrils sucking in air as 당신 sat on 상단, 맨 위로 of his stomach. In the void, he shout a call for distress and yet, he's staring.



As he whimpers underneath each and every swipe of knuckles across his pulsing cheeks. Jake's lips are still moving, forming a single word that seems utterly foreign to the drums of the ears perched beside your head. What is he saying? Who is he whimpering? Why is he still conscious? In the midst of your confusion, 당신 cease your rampage. Loosening your grip, Jake head falls back in collection of blood leaking from his off-center nose and your panting. Gulping back the blood from your bitten tongue, 당신 wipe the sweat beading across your brow. Still 당신 sat on 상단, 맨 위로 of him, wondering how are 당신 going fund 당신 Ikea furnished 집 now. Until, 당신 felt a tug against your shirt. Fingers streaked red and again, 당신 averted your gaze back to him.

"You okay?"


당신 shake 당신 head. You're back on your chair and your awake from your dream. 당신 began to nod your furiously to shoo Mr. English away.

"You don't want to die without any scars now do you?"

No, no 당신 don't.

"Then live a little! Go out on an adventure, lad." He hoot, "well, if 당신 best be needing me. I'll be in my office."


당신 are awake.

Wide awake, and 당신 can see just about everything. Shutting the glass door shut, 당신 began to make way down the street. It's 2am, and you're still up this unnatural hour. 당신 should be in bed, tucked away in a dream instead of staying up as if you're running some blog 또는 읽기 some story to get your sexual frustrations out. However, 당신 are here. Walking along the road listening to the honks, skids, flicker of the street.

"Hey loser."

Stopping 당신 turn to face the 출처 of noise, to the left 당신 see him. Back aligning to wall, hips shot as his hands violate his pockets, he's calling you.

"You lookin' a lil lonely, ya' need some Strider lovin', babe?" Southern roots bare between the smirk gliding along his lips.

This is how 당신 meet Dave Strider.

He was new in town, coming from someplace down south 당신 knew wasn't important to care for. Despite being in town for a week, he already found work: A waiter at this restaurant, cashier at this record store and this other place 당신 couldn't recall because Dave got bored talking about useless, mind-numbing shit that no one is going to care about. According to Dave," the only shit people are going to remember is how much 당신 make. They don't give a fuck if you're popping eight balls so hard, Snoop Dog got 당신 on speed dial all they care about is 당신 how 당신 going to get Snoop Dog to perform at their shitty party. Just so they can say,'I bet your man can't do that.'"

In truth, that's all everybody cares about. Who's Alpha and who's Beta. We only ask people how their doing so we can tell them we're doing better than them, to put them in their place just so 당신 can feel better for yourself. 당신 are no malicious person, 당신 are a simply a human being in this materialistic society 당신 were carved in. 당신 are a copy, of a copy, of a copy but 당신 want to be the better copy. To better, to be closer to the original just to beat the original and become the best. If the world were to end, it will end with 당신 on top.

당신 are Dave's bitch.

And you're not complaining.

Dave gets your pants off in public, and 당신 allow him. He's calling 당신 the "finest piece of ass" he's ever seen other than his own, and damn don't 당신 feel special. Just the way Dave is leading 당신 to the side of the building, 당신 knew he had done this before. He sliding like no man should ever be legally to do so, criminally smooth he push 당신 against the wall. The leather strap slip from your grasp to supply mutes. 당신 are not his first, and neither is he yours but 당신 will damn if 당신 said 당신 lying when 당신 say he doesn't excite you. That he doesn't get your blood pumping faster than anybody you've been with. The thought of him, ringing those rosy lips along your shaft, his 담홍색, 핑크 tongue thumbing through those full, plump lips tented your slacks.

당신 느슨한 바지, 바지 pooled around your ankles, already Dave 비둘기 right in. Placing sloppy kisses over the cotton briefs, closing your eyes 당신 let Dave work 당신 into a puddle of nothing. 당신 sighed, Dave.

당신 open your eyes once more, making sure Dave was there. Making sure Dave wasn't another one of your dreams.

당신 see a 텔레비전 screen, not Dave Strider.

Disappointments, disappointments everywhere. That's the problem with insomnia, you're never really awake 또는 asleep. You're just there. Filling a void in the world up until your 만료 date. What's the point of lying in bed, 당신 have work to go to. Getting up, 당신 make way towards your bedroom, pop a few pills and get your 나귀, 엉덩이 in the shower. Cutting a corner, 당신 start to wonder. Was there a person even name Dave Strider? What is he? Wait, 당신 know the answer.

He's not you.

당신 wish 당신 could've gotten at least a phone num- dear god what the fuck is that? Sitting on 상단, 맨 위로 of your computer, what kind of doll requires that long of a fucking nose? Holy shit, what the fuck. Though, 당신 couldn't help but to indulge in curiousity. Rolling your step along the carpet, 당신 ease your way to mysterious beast. That thing can explode, rob you, multiply, 당신 don't even know. Huh? Your computer is on.

turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB]

TG: sup

TG: ever need company

TG: 당신 know who to call

TG: not that ghostbuster shit

TG: speaking of which nice boxers kid feels pretty damn nice

turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]

당신 are Dave's booty call.