second post for the day. god america hotdogs. this is a story:

a fiction story:

She fell in the snow. And he wasn't worried about why she fell in the snow . He just wanted to be sure nobody thought she was an idiot. Because he hates idiots. He can't be withan idiot. For Jesus' Sake. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, and briskly, almost arrogantly, with a stroke of a blue ball point pen he had gotten at Staples or Office Max or some shitty place of the like, he put a diagonal slash through four tally marks. this makes five, he thought. FIVE TIMES she has embarresed me. Fuck, the sidewalk was icy, but did she have to fall? Did she have to smile with assparagus stuck in her teeth? Did she have to sing Happy Birthday to him at his office? Did she have to burn dinner when his mother was over? Did she have to giggle when he told her he loved her? He walked away. It was snowing. The wind chilled the air and the sun was retiring for the day. He left her in the snow. He left her in. He left her. He left. He. (heartattacks arn't supposed to happen, damn it.) she was dead. dead before he had finished walking down the street. dead, when he walked into oncoming traffic. mmm, how you like dirty knees and human road kill? karma karma karm. but no. he was just an asshole who had it coming. a little girl found the old woman, the man's lover of years passed. and she screamed. grandmas are supposed to majestic, not dead. scarred for life. thank you america. and god bless you and your mystic unfunny ways of being funny. (even sad stories don't sound better when you elminate vowels: ld dy ws fnd dd. s fckng sd. sd. sd. fck wht y knw. fck t. ) married for ever, five tally marks. five damn tally marks on a piece of paper older than sin. he killed her heart. he was a heart killer. [i] hope he liked being squashed like apples during harvest season in new york. i hope he likes closed caskets and stinky flowers and being the butt of jokes. [closed caskets and jokes]. i hope he can feel the blood on the street. and i hope the driver of the SU fucking V smiles. a nice big smile. look what we've done. look what we've done, baby.