Life is a fuckin’ blending head movement with punching

Publicado: dezembro 22, 2010 em In English

She opened the drawer looking for socks. They were gone. All of them. The more she searched, the less she found.

All people have vanished in a day where the sky was purple. She was sleeping at the porch with her cat under her barefoot. When she opened her eyes a blending head movement with punching was heard over there.

She first saw the thunders and then the fire, but she didn’t realize that people were consumed. After that, a suddenly winter approached the place as a human being. She opened the drawer looking for socks. They were gone. All of them. The more she searched, the less she found.

Supposed you’d die tonight, what would you say? – her inner voice said.

– I need some socks, she replied.

Death was just a matter of perception and she needed socks to prevent undisclosed desires.

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