norgacs1.12

The male had reserved words for me.
He thought about letting me out of my cage.
A metaphorical cage.
I was in real-time.
He was just really needing to pass urine.

norgacs1.11

The dirty, filthy jokes seem to be looking at me.
Looking into my eyes.
Deep.
Searching for something.
My soul?
They want something.
Laughter?
No.
Just the other half of my cheese bread roll.

norgacs1.10

The roses that grew on the girl's cheek never really liked white wine much.
They prefered making stained glass sculptures together whilst breathing fresh air.

norgacs1.9

I loved the way you glanced at that small piece of oxygen.
I have never seen such raw courage in one's eyes.
I heard you were shy though.
Shy people aren't too good at breathing carbon dioxide.
Once they do they bleed beads of white sugar.
Pretty gross actually.

norgacs1.8

The smell of music crept into the lonely room.
Roses.
She thought it must have been rock music.
She never knew dogs could run so fast though.