Dennis Wilson
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I am a strange person hiding from the normals of the world. I hide in the shadows and dance on moonless nights. I write to release the monsters in my mind. Constantly clawing and screaming for acknowledgement in me. Its your curse now.
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The Moleskine Notebook
The alarm sounds on Robert’s phone. 1:30 p.m. His eyes struggling to open. He rolls over and grabs the phone and squeezes the side buttons in order to silence it. I can do a lot with 9 minutes, he thought. Almost immediately another thought entered his head. It’s the first of the month. Rent day. He knew what little time he had to get everything done before he had to leave for work. His roommate Damon would come home with his half of the rent expecting Robert’s so that they could pay it on time, every time.
By Dennis Wilson5 years ago in Humans
