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Death of a Rose
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it's amazing how this rat race cleans itself in perpetual_motion, a self absorbant caricature of sterility and vanity.
my new roomate and her brother are very secluded (but who am i to catapult boulders at the glass towers) in actions and thoughts (her more so than her brother). I get back to this new residence later in the evening and almost every night can be counted upon to be the same. I shuck the power suit for shorts and t-shirt, then begin to prepare supper (whatever it happens to be at the moment). 20 minutes go by and then he comes through the front door and goes directly to his lair downstairs. 10 - 15 minutes after that she comes home and promptly goes by me into her "cat" room and plays with her cats and watches "Three's Company" reruns. I can hear her laughter through the closed door and down the hallway. I believe between the three of us I've spoken the most, with her brother second and her a dead last. I eat, watch some news, then retire to my selfsame bedroom and surf the net.
She is still laughing at the inanities of the sitcom. He I can hear watching sci-fi reruns downstairs, through the vent in my floor.
If you can name me a time window in which all three of us are in the same room and actually being humans and not strangers then I would be vastly surprised.
I'll have to talk more about this....
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