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Apathy, Chapter 31 The Impala

Daisy, in her withered state, sat in the car with an angered look on her face. She had thought about the people who were missing, and then she thought about the man that tried to bike his way to her home just to see how she was doing. There was a lot wrong with the situation, and she felt frustrated that she couldn’t figure out what to do. Ronnie and Jim had left the woman alone and returned to the mountainside where they lived to retrieve clothes for the woman. It would be another few hours before they returned and she felt a need to take action, but she was just wasting time as she couldn’t decide what to do. As the moment began to fade a text chimed on her phone, and before she could look down, she knew what it was. Jim and Ronnie couldn’t figure out what to bring back. For some reason, they began to argue about going into her underwear drawer. She stared at the asinine text and simply asked, Can you just bring me what’s in my laundry hamper? She figured that she could find a laundry mat and wash her clothes herself.

Just then a car erupted out of the garage of the police station and before Daisy could make heads and tails of it, she was following the vehicle. The car took careful sharp turns down alleyways and long rural roads until finally finding itself into a ditch by a small hangar in Redlands. Daisy had let the car take a substantial lead, so when the driver walked out of the car and waved for a ride, Daisy felt a need to oblige. Read more…

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Apathy, Chapter 30 Apathetic Coma

As Daisy approached Marco’s house, she found a sense of dread wash over her, she wasn’t exactly sure why, but there was an aura of hate that seemed to engulf the house. Rancid’s Black lung played as the car was put into park. Marco smirked and said something that Daisy didn’t understand. All she did was shrug before leaving the vehicle. Marco, confused, nodded, and closed the door behind him. The lights were turned on, and the house seemed to be in order. Nothing out of the norm, except for the smell… something was rotten.

“Where are your parents?” Daisy asked as she scanned the house.

“They’ve been gone, don’t really know if they’ll be back… end of the world shit,” Marco lied.

“Do you have any beer?” Read more…

Gaps of Knowledge

Perk your ears up, but keep your ass down.
The markings on the wall cast a shadow that can’t be described.
Nobody was asking for your opinion
and God knows that we all know you’re holding back.
It’s a shame that the mind wants to make it all about you
and we all know you, oh, too well.
The measurement counters your weathering from the last six months
and you still don’t know shit,
because Christianity melds the cracks in your thinking,
but that only goes so far.
Nasty is the word that you were thinking about.
The crusty memories of an unbridled weekend.
Making up for lost religion.
You’re only learning, and you can only go so far before you understand,

but sadly it’s possible not to learn.
It’s sad that you could never know your own experience.
Paste in the gaps of knowledge with a pretext from ignorant people.

Heretextual Heresy

The perspicacity of a mind dwindles
amongst the need of the body
from sex and drugs with stale meaninglessness.
We just assume that this is what life was made for
but we sadly just fall for our fruitless nature.

The dirge marches and we’re just existing
for a reason that we just can’t put our digit on
but we try and it’s sad and vexing.
The sheepishness of our vapid thoughts
finger what’s left of our damaged glands.

‘nother year, ‘nother life and time stagger on with no quip but catachresis.
Another fear of our strife as life stammers in understanding its own crisis.

 

Languished Legacy

The local luster lands limp
Boy makes good, a shameful statement
Belly up to the bar for something to sip
The face swells, along with the gut, that’s my physical resent.
Wasn’t there a reason?
Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do?

Forlorn welcomed as the pariah marinates
Intimate fixtures of the bar with organs that fester
God damn this life’s failures where the mind fixates
Another life, one well to do, success forgiver.
What was I supposed to do?
Where has my gumption gone?

Listless lust lingers for the loveless
Hateful resent clouds my involvement.
There’s nothing like running from success.
Just the lack of personal improvement.

Dank and dingy, the chemical flush in an out of the body.
Amongst the fear of a hard day’s work.
There’s a place to go and a place to be but can’t stand steady.
Another drink, another day, one more cigarette- fuck.

Wasn’t there a reason?
Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do?
What was I supposed to do?
Where has my gumption gone?

Listless lethargy
Languished Legacy
Listless lethargy
Languished Legacy…

Apathy, Chapter 29 Back to the Earth

Unsure of what to do and where to go, Ronnie suggested to head back home, but Daisy refused to listen. She, instead, got out of the car at an intersection and began walking in an arbitrary direction. Jim followed with no thought of his own safety, and Ronnie drove around the corner and found a place to park. As Daisy walked, she heard the sound of anger and dismay.

“Daisy, where are you…” Jim began to ask as he followed behind her when he heard the sound, he asked, “The hell is that?”

“Dunno…” Daisy responded in a daze. She hadn’t heard the noise before she exited the car, but something told her to not give up yet. Eventually, Ronnie caught up with the two after Daisy had discovered what had happened. The searing roar of violence engulfed a city building. As the weeks in the dark ages went on, the world didn’t know how to deal with the lack of communication and technology. So, when accidents, murders, and eventual hateful transgressions occurred, nobody knew what to do until a body was found on the corner of a random street.

Somebody yelled, “What are we supposed to do with these bodies!?”

An official who had been standing at the scene responded by saying, “We’re writing up contracts, and as soon as we find a crew, the bodies will be cleaned up.”

A voice yelled, “That’s not soon enough!”

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Apathy, Chapter 28 Redundancies

After hours of waiting and nothing being said except that Albert had been released, Daisy, Ronnie, and Jim agreed to take the young girl home. Maybe Albert was there, but with no line of communication that he did have readily, it made no sense to think that something but foul play was involved- they tried not to think about it. As they approached the neighborhood, something felt off. There were dark red puddles that driveled down into the gutters from the middle of the street- the street smelled like iron. Something was wrong, and nobody knew exactly what to do when they approached the empty lot that used to be Daisy’s house, she panicked.

“What the fuck!” Daisy yelled with little regard to Daisy, who had gone through a similar event so many years ago. “No fucking way! This is bullshit!” She was in shock and didn’t seem to understand why this would be happening. She opened the door of the car, which was not at a complete stop, and ran out. Her feet fumbled, and she fell on her chest in the middle of the street before she quickly got up and ran to the rubble of her domicile. Mrs. Fields came walking out of her house and greeted Daisy- she couldn’t feel the blood draining out of her elbows, but her neighbor dabbed them with her shirt as she cried.

“Why is this shit happening?” Daisy cried.

Mrs. Fields said, “It was so much worse than that. Thank God you weren’t home.”

“Where’s my dad?”

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