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    Los Angeles Is No Place For Lovers – (Chapter: One- Tiny Vessels)

    Story written on July 10, 2007 by GirlTrash.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=15134
    Author Notes:

    I am pressed up close against a beautiful stranger in the back of my Mercedes Benz. Our breath is fogging up the windows, and the sound of skin on leather is the only thing that can be heard over my stereo.

    Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
    And formed the bruises
    That you said you didn’t want to fade
    But they did and so did I that day

    I finally gave into her pleas and my hand is inside of her. She is writhing in pleasure and for a moment I am a bit disgusted by this creature of lust below me. The noises she creates repulse me and the feeling of her damp skin makes my skin crawl. This always happens. I try and try to be with someone else but I just can’t, not after her. Nothing and no one has ever been the same.

    All I see are dark grey clouds
    In the distance moving closer with every hour
    So when you ask "Was something wrong?"
    Then I  think "You’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now.”
    No, we can’t talk about it now.

    The clothes that had been discarded onto the car floor cannot find their way back onto my body fast enough. I want this girl out of my car and quick, but she won’t stop asking me what is wrong and why did I stop. I can’t explain it to her, I can tell by the lack of heart behind her stare she doesn’t have the brains enough to even comprehend what I am feeling. She is nothing but a hollow doll, a tool for me to use to try and escape myself for even a moment. No more than a drug meant to get me high before it is discarded like a depleted cigarette butt.

    So one last touch and then you’ll go
    And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
    But it was vile, and it was cheap
    And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
    Yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me

    By the time the song has ended I am in the drivers seat, and she is in the passenger side, staring out at the window looking frustrated. But, I honestly do not give a shit. I feel dirty, like there is a permanent layer of grime coating my skin that will take nothing short of acid to burn off. It is a shame I couldn’t have just dumped her out there in the parking lot, but even I am nicer than that. This is Los Angeles after all, and a girl like her wouldn’t last five minutes in a shitty area like this. God she disgusts me.

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    1. wow….that was just wow….i would love to know what happened between the two of them because it seems they are both miserable…..this was so angsty and sad, but i freaking love it…can’t wait to read more…pms

    4. BRAVO! Your writing never ceases to amaze me. Words are your canvas, and you, my friend, paint them with an elegant grace that only gifted writers possess. Favorite lines: There is no sensible thought, after you have been left by Spencer Carlin, only a foggy daze that leaves you stunned and confused. Your life becomes like watching the television on mute, with the pictures and the mouths moving, but nothing seeming to come together and make sense. Please continue with this storyline…it’s awesome!

    5. wow….that was just wow….i would love to know what happened between the two of them because it seems they are both miserable…..this was so angsty and sad, but i freaking love it…can’t wait to read more…pms

    8. BRAVO! Your writing never ceases to amaze me. Words are your canvas, and you, my friend, paint them with an elegant grace that only gifted writers possess. Favorite lines: There is no sensible thought, after you have been left by Spencer Carlin, only a foggy daze that leaves you stunned and confused. Your life becomes like watching the television on mute, with the pictures and the mouths moving, but nothing seeming to come together and make sense. Please continue with this storyline…it’s awesome!

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