Blink wrote:My teeth are the streets of this city, the criminals, gingivitis, I am the toothbrush.
Some of the similes seemed a bit forced, though.
Blink wrote:Correction, those are metaphors.
Blink wrote:I see the world outside my dark dank apartment, a filthy city, like a shady man in trenchcoat hiding in alleyways selling jelly doughnuts near fat camp.
Panting loudly like in an obscene movie, I arrive late.
It stares back at me like the dead eyes of the abyss, drawing countless souls towards it.
After work it got dark, like my childhood after being told there was no Santa.
Like the promises of a stepfather to his red-headed stepchild.
Like Russian duet singers pretending to be lesbians.
Collapsing on the couch looking over the mess sadness stabs my heart like hospital patient with high cholesterol.
Like a painter painting his canvas.
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