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My grandfather had always named his cars, but he’d given them women’s names, with a gag-worthy comment about women’s duty to carry the load. I’d vowed to always name mine as men, because if I was going to ride anything, it’d be a dude.
My mind had always been in the habit of breaking people down into an impressionistic version of themselves, like they were walking Monet paintings, but since my death, I’d been veering all the way from impressionist to abstract. Roomie here looked more like a Picasso. If my brain kept heading in the same direction, it was only a matter of time before the whole world was a blur of Rothko rectangles.
These goons had literally tossed me in the trunk of their car and driven me to the outskirts of town with evil intentions in mind. I had no idea what to expect from them next. They were worried about me going on some kind of manic rampage while they were already in the middle of one. The hypocrisy was intense around here.
I kind of wanted to know what it’d be like to have him ordering me around. To find out what he’d like to order me to do.
The unexpected bolt of jealousy that shot through me came with a hormonal flush that raced through my body straight to my groin. Over seeing her naked foot, for fuck’s sake. I closed my eyes for a second to get a hold of myself.
Someday I was going to teach them that you could get buzzed on art just as much as alcohol.
“You’ve got the strength to shove them aside and take what you know you’re owed,” I went on before she could dismiss my words. “That’s how we live. Fuck the rules. Fuck catering to assholes’ judgements. If you let yourself stop caring what the people who don’t matter want, nothing can get in your way.
I’d rather live free for a short while than be tied up in some straitjacket of politeness for an eternity.
It was a fucking crime that no one had ever worshiped her the way she deserved until now.
I had no idea if possessed swimmers swam well, but after all the weirdness of our ghostly union with these bodies, I didn’t think knocking our woman up with ghostly jizz was a smart idea.
Hahaha
