It was 8 this time. He sneaked out of the place like he owned the joint. 

Irish goodbye. Never knew why the Irish had to be the asshole in the situation when losing time alone is at stake. I guess we are uncomfortable with ourselves so we show off for approval.

I don’t know. 8 wasn’t about going places too often before the shit hit his fan. 

He literally had a fan that he would turn on when he shit. Said it please the little colony of hairs down there that reminded him of sea hair. Things that figured out how to live by not moving had to be the most advanced on the planet if the game didn’t involve dancing. 

It does though. 

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Lot’s of dancing used to get you killed around these parts. 8 talked kind of like a high to lower amplifier. Flanger I think it’s called. The next morning was another sunrise neither of us wanted to see. 2, 3, and 1 waited sometimes near the place where we made up grass skirts and danced and danced until the sunrise neither of us wanted to see again. It makes you live sure but it is god damned hot downhere. He kind of laughed. We both laugh and I wrestle ourselves a chair near the middle. 

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Why the hell would you ever make more chairs than can see the fucking screen. 

We both cursed. It was the only nuance to our language we got out of the whole deal. Slang words were hearsay, only to be manipulated for our own sakes, never invented. It is heresy. 8 shrugged to the left and right. He listed the ingredients to make grass skirts to me. One piece of grass around your waist. A shit load of grass stuffed into the first one. Grass skirt. 

Green is such an underrated color. 

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White along the walls. All walls white and that is a fact. Nothing has ever happened before this and I am thankful for that. You expect me to show off my knowledge of color if I had a wall filled with colored shit. There it is again. The ubiquitous word from 8 and the great that came with the 8 only rhymed. We both bought into the idea of an entertaining life if anything. Show me some pity every so often by letting a dog run by me looking for something to grab that isn’t green. Don’t fuck with a dog with green shit they are color blind to some spectrum command + t would fix. 

I wonder if succinent is the right word to use. You ain’t never used that word in your life and the dog and me know it. Good thing for you the dog can’t talk but a few words and one of them ain’t for telling stories. 

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The three of us froze loudly. Clanks are underrated. I laughed to myself and the dog agreed. 

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