NOIZ F.M. RADIO ([link])


I grab my usual cup of coffee from the store next to the hospital. The same smile greets me as I look around for cigarettes. Inevitably I have to look straight at that smile. I doge the bullet at the last second and stare straight at her name tag. Thank human society for labeling everything. Morgan James…I’ve been trying to avoid contact with the owner of this name for the last two months, unfortunately, a good cup of coffee is hard to come by…who am I kidding, I’m just an incurable masochist. Turning my eyes back towards the facial region I get my daily complementary dose of swollen nuts.
Morgan and I have a special kind of relationship, no words just perverted flirts full of sexual innuendo. Every morning I stare into those oceans of bright blue with only one thought in mind :”I want to fuck your fucking brains out over and over again”. Unfortunately, some things are best left unsaid…
I walk out with a fake smile and afterwards resume my usual crummy figure. After fiding a quiet little corner, I prepare to face my day: Asreone, 45mg, coffee, black, no sugar. I wait for five minute, close my eyes drull at the thought of things to come. The sedative effect does its job, feeling relaxed, drowsy, uncoordinated. I have just enough time to stumble on to college before the hallucinations start.