A vacuum night takes over with Iliza Shlesinger on Netflix. Everytime I check my phone, I am greeted by silence. Leora is nowhere to be found. It is just Paul, alone with his yellow book.
I don’t want to read a book. How come I can’t read with the television on anymore? It’s like I need to capture everything coming out of the speakers. Pringles is nowhere to be found. He is destroying the white room? Piper is destroying the white room? The white room is destroyed? The white room is a monument? Galaxim is shot sick full of Snickers and Playstation 3. Deep in The Cave. Lost in Bibles posts. Reginald is burned up in the furnace of her own heart. Noah Cicero is nowhere to be found.
There is a fluttering in my ear from when I shoved the long nail of my index finger in and manipulated the wet wax. My stomach is tight. Was it the food? The buffalo wings? Brisket? Coleslaw? Was it the Rockstar i had earlier? Is it the grail poison? Is it because I told Reginald that I am Jesus? Is it because I've been obsessing over Leora?
That's probably it. I think I'm just horny. And not for my wife, but for a voyeuristic masturbation session of possible real time sex in Leora's living room.