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04/15/12(Sun)21:36 No.1301739>>1301586
>you move your hands around in the air, holding nothing >you turn the mass of air in your hands around and glare at the far wall. "You don't like the storm, huh?" you ask >there is no response from your hands >"Come on you little shit," you grumble as you walk out of the room, one hand clenched in a fist >there is no resistance from your hand >You ignore the silence as you reach into the closet and throw a harness on the floor >you stare at the harness for a few minutes, not blinking, like Orson Welles looking at a rotisserie chicken, before tightening the buckles on the harness, which lies limply in your hands >you hook up a very long leash to the harness and you lift it up by the leash >it's a harness on a leash. >You ignore the silence, staring hard at it as it blows around in the wind and rain >you get up on your tippity-dippity-footsybits and securely tie the leash to the branch of the tree >the harness swings in the wind, still not capable of making any noise, as it is just a harness >you turn around, going back inside and toweling yourself off >you sit down on the couch and stare out the window for the rest of the night >fuck your eyes are dry - you haven't blinked in like ten minutes |