#sidewalkofthecity

[nonrealities-a]

@sidewalkofthecity

Gretchen stirs at the movement. There’s a twinge of pain between her eyes, but she’s been to this rodeo before. A quick shot to cleanse the palette, as her daddy taught her. 

Through the light of the residual moon, she catches a glimpse of yet another bad decision close the bathroom door. She doesn’t remember having a bad time, but also doesn’t quite remember the woman’s name. This has long since become a problem.

Maybe she could just slip out without an awkward encounter...

[leadxastray]

@sidewalkofthecity

“Did you know my nose was broken at some point? When they were doing the x-rays, they noticed that the bones were kinda weird. Apparently it got broken when I was a kid and I didn’t notice. Guess I was worried about other junk. Oh and I have a concussion I guess. Whatever.”

[thundersflower]

@sidewalkofthecity

[text] there are goddam ghost hunters in my building

Attached is a blurry picture of a small camera crew, setting up on the third floor of Ashfield heights.

[text] we’re gonna fuck with ‘em, wanna help?

[thundersflower]

@sidewalkofthecity

“So I can deal with the giant clobber-monsters and the scary knife-men-- those track. Those are, like-- immediate threats. Everyone’s scared of those. Stiiill kinda weirded out by the little fetus guys. Like, on a visceral level, those are somehow way more distressing.”

[leadxastray]

@sidewalkofthecity

“Dolly?” Hayes’ voice is hoarse. Thick and scratchy. Like she’s hungover. “You in town? I think--” She gulps down air. “I think I need help.”

[leadxastray]

@sidewalkofthecity

[text: Hayes] Hey

It’s five in the goddamn morning.

[text: Hayes] u ever feel like

[text: Hayes] idk

[text: Hayes] names are kind of bullshit?

[text: Hayes] like theyre just a thing so we can differentiate between one monkey and the next. less confusing than calling everyone ‘hey you’

[text: Hayes] and you read all this new age crap about how there’s power in your true name and how it can be used to control you and shit

[text: Hayes] and i mean. bitch ive changed my name like three times. try to guess my true name. i fukkin dare u. u cant do shit to me

[text: Hayes] fuck is that the sun

[text: Hayes] fuk

[leadxastray]

@sidewalkofthecity

[text: Hayes] i just told my therapist that my early childhood was “basically the beginning of Annie, but with cannibalism.”

[text] i want a picture of her expression laser-etched on my tombstone

[leadxastray]

@sidewalkofthecity

One of the little kids-- really little ones, can’t be much older than four-- waddles up, something clutched in her hands. Her little face breaks into a grin, as she holds it out to Dolly.

“Look!”

A baby bird peeps his indignation.