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EvilpixieA — Away from NeverNeverLand
Published: 2012-04-20 06:26:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 1706; Favourites: 20; Downloads: 0
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Money is dirty. Leaves invisible yuck on a person; stains fingers, smears over skin and catches under nails. Festers. And then hands turn into pincers to take and eyes small greedy and black. Skin hardens to bounce back ugly words and back curves under weight of things. Lobsters, fat and red.
Marriage is scrubbed. Clean and pretend. Perfect white dresses and kisses put and planted. Brides march and grooms promise so hard. Military of gowns with bow tie generals. An army of high heels and flowers landed in laps. Marriage spreads. Infects. Zombiefying disease. Shuffle, I do, brains.
Driving is fickle. Slide into each other, through each other. Blood and bits go with them. People cry over tombs and insurance papers. Or nothing. Home again, uneventful day. Locked behind wheel, over tarmac, lights suspended like vultures above. Danger, danger. Promise of convenience. Thrill. Like riding a shark.
Work is uniformed. Slotted, easy, organized files. Tags meaning letters, powerpoints meaning nothing. Black covered shoes, pencil skirts and ironed pants. Tax file numbers, occupational health and safety, your rights at work, union. Numbers in stacks, letters in piles. Coffee stinks better. A language of nonsense no sense.
That's why they forget about Peter.