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DeVil in the Details. Testicles, Spectacles, Wallet and Watch
His demeanor was sullen, his expression was still. Nullified by the sobering thought and the agent of pain that came with it. Exhaustion always played a darker role in his mind, his whole world slowing slightly to a stop, wanting nothing more than to sleep. As he reached his final destination for the next two hours or so. Now walking up the stairs and through the now quiet hall way filled with doors that which opened to the individual lives of the working class citizens that own them. Rowland reached his, opening it only to be welcomed by it's familiarity and the essential oil infused candles that which his girlfriend bought for him and their aroma still lingering in the air. He was taught that heterosexuality as a male was no crime and that a woman would always be grateful for a man who can handle himself in the household. His mother had taught him the necessities and corner stones of hygiene in every way possible around his home, some would say compulsively. But he had been accustom
DeVil in the Details. Chapter six: Silver Spoon Cool
The morning after was excruciating, Rowland woke up in a small puddle of his own drool, his neck aching from the position he had found his body in when he had passed out. But thankfully in his own bed, he half expected Charlotte to be next to him as; to his knowledge he had left with her. He sat up and immediately hated himself for it as he felt the jar of ants that which replaced his brain, holding himself accountable for the drinks he had; wincing at the light that was cast by his phone screen which was on full brightness. He turned it down and finally took a look to see the time which flashed thirty minutes past seven. Rowland shot up faster than any man would be able to in his intoxicated condition and did a clumsy speed walk towards the door to the bathroom on the other side of the flat; resisting the urge to piss himself almost tripping over his own feet. Feeling the jar of ants slosh angrily with every move. 'A Fucking hangover on a weekday, Rowland...really! 'He thought, cu
DeVil in the Details. Chapter seven: Gasoline Rainbow
Thirty minutes in and they were driving on the open road, as the radio set the back drop to Rowland's mind as people talked and songs played; he even forgot about the person sitting next to him. He was always able to coexist with the help of music. He hasn't had a good relationship with another person apart from his girlfriend, mother and boss and on the odd occasion anyone he needed to talk to, most of the close friends he had were back in his home country or somewhere else and truth be told, they probably wouldn't have much to say to each other anyway. Still yawning and tapping his foot to the beat of Jimmy Hendrix' All along the Watchtower, tilting his head to the right and resting it on his shoulder as his elbow lay on the edge of the window. Nick broke the atmosphere; "I think you should quit your day job. "Rowland's head shot up;"Well thanks for the compliment but-"" I really mean it. Quit.",Nick said with a serious look on his face, still concentrating on the road."Well,
DeVil in the Details. Chapter eight : Between Angels and Insects
They arrived at their supposed destination; the middle of nowhere. Nick turned off the main road into a narrow dirt road pathway up a steep hill, surrounded by nothing except forestry. The light of the sun became dim until it dulled in such a way that made the surrounding area feel as if trapped in timelessness; as if it were all enveloped in an invisible or glass bottle, leaving the sunlight to feel artificial as it's dim twinkling light added a gloss and glow to whatever it touched. Rowland looked up through his widow and glared at the ever-green aesthetic appeal as they drove by; he got lost in the scene as if he was wandering the woods by foot along side the car and all of this reminded him of the camera he had left at home. He felt cozy and warm in the woods surrounded by what was left of summer, until;"We're here! ", Nick announced, grabbing Rowland's attention as they stopped at a derelict house that looked like it belonged to Death."What is this place?", he asked getting out
DeVil in the Details. Candor or Ordascious undertakings
Nick tried to put on a straight face as Rowland fumbled out of the car and as far as feelings go, was completely null, so much so that he didn't feel the cold as his white shirt clung to him as the ocean wind blew.Nick put back on his turtle neck as the night winds got colder due to the slow crawl of autumn's wake; sitting in the car a little while longer before hopping out and grooming his hair with his fingertips, closing the door behind him. He looked at Rowland who was in his own world and enjoying it and roughly wrapped his arm around his neck."We go in and we kick ass, plain and simple.", Nick said as he put on his glasses with the other hand; walking along with Rowland toward a quaint bar squeezed between an inner city college and university student residential grounds in a busy part of town. It was only eight in the evening, so most people were calling it a day by then which filled the streets with noise or rather white noise that Rowland used to focus despite his high. He s
DeVil in the Details. Chapter nine: Lucky Baby Ducky
A Friday like every other; the only difference being the change of the season, as Rowland stood behind the counter awaiting another customer.He decided to work today, not really sure why apart from being sure he had nothing better to do and figured why not seeing as he got paid for it.A day had past uneventfully but Rowland still coursed with new found confidence in his own work and felt that this was truly what he wanted. A new bounce in his step was apparent accompanied by a smile he tried to hide that would shine every now and then; revealing the dimples that Charlotte loved about his grin and for the first time in what he believed was a while, he felt something other than...nothing or the hum drum emotions of the motions of everyday things.Rowland felt that he was stifled by the slow response time of his everyday life although only catching a glimpse of what could be for a day.He had a new taste for life, although a sip.In just two days he believed to had found himself not on
DeVil in the Details. Acid Fish
The sun sat low behind the ocean and Rowland sat by a corner booth tallying the month's worth carefully. He'll admit that he was no mathematician but knew that he was good with money, (everyone is).Before he leaves he remembered to restock all supplies used and bought on the counter such as straws, spoons and the like before Nick arrived to pick him up.And when he did, Rowland knew his weekend was saved from the fiend called boredom as he left the clipboard in his boss's office and ditched his apron.When he got into the car and as soon as he closed the door Nick sped off with enthusiasm in the direction of a road that linked to the highway."What's the rush?", Rowland asked while his body sunk in the leathery car seat. Clutching it's sides like a cat on a flimsy branch as the once patient roars of the car grew gruff."I'm the host, missing in action.", Nick replied. "Promised my guests...a kind of sushi that they've been waiting for since this morning. ""Mkay.", Rowland said plain
DeVil in the Details. Chapter ten: Daisy Pusher
The next morning felt like a dream, not because Rowland could cypher whether it was good in particular or not, but because the high hadn't really gone away yet; he was a lucky one among few including his lady friend Charlotte; who slept beside him unnoticed, as Rowland woke up grinning like an idiot from ear to ear as he stretched, accidentally hitting Charlotte with an elbow to the back of her head.She groaned an 'ow' in anger and stirred awake while Rowland cradled her head and kissed it while whispering apologies in between. Surprised in finding himself next to Charlotte waking up on the floor covered by a blanket dragged down from a bed he didn't recognise.This made him a bit more alert in realising this, now looking around for some clue that he was somewhere he could recall. Which when searching for clues he dared to even so much as slightly part the kind curtains that shielded them from the light.Only doing so ever so slightly ,just to take a look before being painfully blind
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Yesterdays, Todays and Tomorrows
His stomach churned as the door knob turned and creaked with sinisism he thought he could feel in the air, but what he saw, who he saw once the door was open...he almost dropped the gun. And as he put his arm by his side, he was tempted to hide it. The door was open and Nick came eye to eye with Rowland as the door creaked wide over the sound of the radio;"Row...", the way he said his name was a whisper with that voice of molasses that still gave Rowland chills, but this time it was more like the chills you get when you feel or see something supernatural. He might as well have said 'no', for Rowland didn't believe it either...What does a ghost say to another ghost? The fucking thought made him feel like his life was just some fucking joke and that pissed him off, but before he could react with anger, Nick marched toward him and then did the strangest thing - he kissed him. It was full of impatient passion but all Rowland could justify was the taste of bitter-sweet cherry cola on hi
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Vivamus, moriendum est
Ever meet someone that just screams chaos, but you go for it anyways...If you answered yes, then I know you're lying. Because you never see it coming until they carve the fucking words into your forehead with a piece of your own fucking rib...****Bitter Truths " That ain't nothing but the Devil!""...Sometimes horrific events come into our lives. We get fired from our jobs. We get ill. A loved one dies one. Scrolling through the news we are overwhelmed with murder and natural disasters, as Mother Nature and our fellow humans seem to be in race to see who can kill us off first. Hate surrounds us.It is only human to look at these thinhs and wonder "why." Why do they hate us? Why do we hate them? Why does so much horror have to happen in this world?The "why" is the origin of fear. The "why" is the unkown, and people fear the unknown. This fear of the unknown, of things that lurk in the dark, that threaten our existence...It is where horror is born.Some people will look at the hor
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Chapter twentytwo: Mr.Goodbar
{Yesterdays todays and tomorrows} -Flashback- When in Rome.Nick lay face up upon it with his Clearwater eyes in sunlight as his mind was lost in the ceiling; he couldn't remember what they were talking about but he knew it was something about angels and demons, and the beginning and end of the world.he had read somewhere, that there are no archangels... But merely they are the brothers and sisters of mankind... And to this day he just can't put my finger on it... And told Rowland once he came back from the bathroom, Nick chimed in the silence with a baritone of concern. "Well...maybe, the brothers and sisters of mankind are too the archangels we know,... instead of contradicting the belief it's the chicken and the egg. Both exist as both one and separate, I mean a chicken can't come from thin air and neither can the egg, right? I mean I probably didn't first come in the same guise as the egg we've come to know, that's how we know that evolution is possible. But I th
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*I'm no Flower Child*
CaliforniaThe next few days, weeks, months felt sort of normal to Rowland, he hadn't the joys of finding out the side effects of antidepressants just yet. But it was like if a cheery whistle and song played in the back of his mind like a cheesey theme song from a musical, singing in the rain after a storm he felt was still right behind him but to him for the time being he felt that things could get sunnier - would get sunnier and damn well should.And yet such a polarisation didn't scare him, he finally felt the better side of nothing...He had visited home every so often to keep his mother sane, checked that off his list like a chore out of love - incidentally promising that he would come back for his birthday, but otherwise things felt better. He even painted freely in between brakes of editing Olivia and his' work making the executive decision including her help create a punk/goth culturale magazine starting with the Rainbowradioactive kids; the thing was, that he noticed everythi
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Los Angeles
RainbowradioactiveIf salt were a physical feeling it would taste of a wound, he split his lip on a smile a while ago. Licking the gash as he waited...He had a few days off, so he figured that when he got home he would do that thing he really didn't want to do.So he found himself in the waiting room of a private psychiatrist's office next to a ficus plant just as stiff and stoic as he was in that moment, as he realized he'd admitted defeat to Elizabeth he tuned into the receptionist's radio in the background to the ambiance that which all hospitals and clinic had, though to Rowland it was more like a dentist's office... He could just hear her now, under the thought of whatever questions he could be drilled with.He tensed his jaw as he waited. He actually got a card from Elizabeth after she called a psychologist to refer him to a psychiatrist, little did he know there was a difference...The difference being that a psychiatrist is a medical grade pusher, to put it simply. Where as a
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Hong Kong
Working for three days straight on Hong Kong Island and usually he would find Monday was followed by Thursday or you can't believe it's Friday when just yesterday it was Tuesday but now he felt all three - counting every second light lighting fixtures and their positions, tours of causeway bay and placement of the painting while preparing a speech, all he could think about was what he said the day he decided to leave Shellville with Nick as he smoked out his window and watched the sun set change the sky and sea. Rowland thought he found another installation to Dantés nine circles of hell - deliberate ignorance chains you to a writing desk to think you're entire fucking life over. And for some reason he imagined a raven screaming and pecking at you for the Fucking sake of some sick irony.The devine comedy being that humans have no one else to blame but themselves for their damnation... But this made him think of something else as he looked out the window of his hotel room, crushing th
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Tripping on mushroom clouds
Seeing all of this didn't make it any less unreal for Rowland... In fact, it might of just convinced him that he was seeing dead people. Like it wasn't just in his dreams anymore as he kept repeating a head count of the recently deceased like sheep from sleep he couldn't get in a head that felt full of wool yet never in a warm way. And, forgive him for being cheesey but something he was getting use to was that this fucked up feeling which felt like something else bad and wasn't going away - adding the quiver in the mutton's throat from either anxious fear or the memory of how stupidly choked up he got in front of the Pastor at Charlotte's funeral towards the end of their reverend chat.Her death wasn't the end.He was this feeling's "to let"*...Always having imagined that by using emojis as symbolic to describe specific sounds of a word it would be as much a language as Egyptian or Kanji or any language for that matter - for a letter is simply a symbol of indication... An icon to sim
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Chapter twenty one:The Reaper wears bubblegum blue
{Cry me sunshine, Cupcake}***"My feet fell on the floor...", When Rowland thought about that typo from an inner conversation that which he couldn't remember, it made him dizzy as he morbidly imagined a body suspended from nowhere ragdoll to the floor...Mind bending when he thought about what that could mean as an actual sentence and that made him fear he'd gone full circle.An idle mind is the devil's playground as "They" say.He watched his paints run dry in a dusty corner infront of a blank canvas, his mind was splayed across the dusty floor boards in piles of loose papers amidst origami trinkets...Hong Kong, Berlin, Stockholm... he still needed to clean up and get a few things done while still somehow giving way to hating himself for not packing a little earlier for his trip to start in China and sitting around in silence despite the work ideas he had and wanted to pen down in his black journal having discussed this in a boardroom meeting, but...no.Just not right then at least
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Somewhere in Milano
It was like he fucking woke up from death, so tempted to fall off the edge of the bed and sink off the face of the Earth as he held his head in one hand with his elbows on his knees - Death was welcomed. Too tired to show the fucking confusion this all added to his life behind high-nerfing cigarette smoke, spacing out on the smoke streams as he watched ash fall to the Raj patterned carpet over wooden varnished floor as he then heard a soft good morning from behind him as the sheets on Yoko's side of the bed started to twist with movement but she didn't get up and he felt the silence until he went so deep in thought that he stiffened once he felt slightly familiar hands touch his back before a soft kiss was planted at the back of his neck as Yoko got off the bed wearing nothing but his round rimmed spectacles, his undershirt with black thigh high socks, tracing her hand to Rowland's bright blond head of hair and roughly rubbed his head down playfully as she made her way while lazily st
