Pathway Problem
/The following consists of excerpts from conversations that took place between two Rocket.Chat users on January 3rd - October 26th, 2016.
January 3rd, 2016
.[lOSEr].
8:35 PM
260 Alameda North
I believe I’ll be on the fifth floor.
~marmar
8:44 PM
Ok, I’ll make a scene trying to find you.
every floor
“ALINA?”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER?”
.[lOSEr].
8:45 PM
Wielding an electric toothbrush like a madwoman
“Tell me where she is or face the wrath of two AA batteries.”
8:46 PM
and quick spinning bristles
~marmar
8:47 PM
I’ll grab you and say “we’re gunna be late for re-shingling that house!”
8:48 PM
The twist is I’m actually going to leave you on a roof.
.[lOSEr].
8:49 PM
With or without my painkillers?
~marmar
8:53 PM
This whole being nice thing is just a façade.
like your sanity
.[lOSEr].
8:58 PM
My brains fell out around the time I started eating dirt.
~marmar
9:00 PM
You were an odd child.
.[lOSEr].
9:02 PM
Kids used to pay me to stuff my face with handfuls of clay and earthworms.
the halcyon days
9:24 PM
I’m having a lot of trouble writing tonight.
~marmar
9:35 PM
HOCUS FOCUS
9:37 PM
You can tell me to screw off.
.[lOSEr].
9:39 PM
It’s not just you.
~marmar
9:39 PM
What’re you writing?
.[lOSEr].
9:40 PM
Always pining for the edge of a seat
Pen in hand but not in mind
Thots about pharmapologies
and mouthing mud to the Mar girl
~marmar
9:48 PM
do you think you’re edgy?
.[lOSEr].
10:01 PM
You’ve got a mind to make it heard
Head is high but not your words
January 5th, 2016
~marmar
3:32 PM
Are you nervous about Friday?
.[lOSEr].
3:34 PM
Not really. I’m more concerned about recovery time.
~marmar
3:34 PM
right
.[lOSEr].
3:35 PM
at least a month before I transcend vegetable status
~marmar
3:39 PM
Don’t be melodramatic.
I’m going to find something to surprise you with this weekend.
3:45 PM
then lure you into my candy house and eat you
.[lOSEr].
3:51 PM
Your sugary abode is probably more palatable than me.
I’m the bone that Hansel offers the witch.
~marmar
3:54 PM
Witches gotta eat their veggies, even if the pickings have been relegated to beanpoles.
4:06 PM
We’ll fatten you up.
January 11th, 2016
~marmar
9:10 AM
How’s my shining beacon for the pseudo-literary masses?
.[lOSEr].
9:16AM
a broken lightbulb in the Krubera cave
~marmar
9:20 AM
How’s your face?
Still cool looking?
.[lOSEr].
10:07 AM
sore, just like the leg
10:25 AM
I’m seeing how high I can stack Ritz crackers on my navel.
10:30 AM
A half foot, then Jenga
~marmar
10:33 AM
You can do cheddar.
January 24th, 2016
~marmar
7:44 AM
I just went on the best walk. Huntington Park was empty, so I let the oversized rat off her leash, and lounged in the grass while she explored
.[lOSEr].
8:56 AM
Keep radiating that essence.
~marmar
10:02 AM
I’ll take you when you’re feeling up to it.
.[lOSEr].
10:07 AM
I couldn’t get out of bed today. I feel like that 10lb. slug from Brave Wilderness
~marmar
10:11 AM
The resemblance is uncanny.
10:15 AM
Besides, you’re kind of a slimeball
An endearing one, from time to time.
photo source: pixabay
February 12th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
12:21 AM
Are you awake?
Your couch is killing me.
Have I not earned my graduation to the master bedroom?
~marmar
12:22 AM
You’ll have to wine and dine me first.
❤ February 14th, 2016 ❤
~marmar
10:30 PM
How’s the get-together?
look who’s radiating their essence
.[lOSEr].
10:37 PM
Not bad. Loud.
getting reacquainted with socialite past… fancy fancy
10:39 PM
Just walked in on a couple having sex in the bathroom.
~marmar
10:42 PM
What a treat
.[lOSEr].
10:43 PM
slapped a guy’s ass, then hobbled out
~marmar
10:43 PM
The one that got away.
.[lOSEr].
10:45 PM
What can I say? He had a voluptuous rump.
~marmar
10:47 PM
Sometimes you make me proud.
11:56 PM
mostly you confound
April 17th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
12:11 PM
I know I’ve been absent lately. Woopsies. I need someone to pick me up after treatment on Tuesday.
~marmar
1:36 PM
Do I have a choice?
.[lOSEr].
2:00 PM
you always do
May 12th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
3:11 AM
Do you remember when all you needed for fun was a slinky and some kerosene?
~marmar
3:13 AM
What does that even mean?
.[lOSEr].
3:21 AM
It means I’m resolving to make my chaos external
~marmar
3:23 AM
I remember when all the kid down the road dragged me into was bike rides without helmets.
June 7th, 2016
~marmar
2:03 PM
your brains fell out when you started entertaining dirt
.[lOSEr].
4:46 PM
There are percs to being a halfwit
June 8th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
4:30 AM
I had an inspired thought but the thoughts kept on, and the inspiration absconded.
the white lady is no hillbilly
June 10th, 2016
~marmar
11:00 PM
You know, I always wished you’d just wear the stupid helmet.
11:06 PM
the doggo’s teething
July 2nd, 2016
.[lOSEr].
4:46 PM
For $10, one can name a cockroach after their ex at the Bronx Zoo.
~marmar
5:05 PM
Where’s the Bronx Zoo?
.[lOSEr].
5:12 PM
The Bronx, presumably.
Y’know- not far from where gasoline flowed like rivers through cobblestone streets one shitty November evening, blinding the neighborhood children, sending them spiraling into a torrent of oily amaranthine folds. Where the whole thing lit up. KA-BOOM. N'est-ce pas?
August 10th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
6:02 PM
hey
11:58 PM
If you could live anywhere, where would that be?
September 1st, 2016
~marmar
1:35 PM
In a little triangle house, on the north peak of the Rappenstein mountain in Switzerland.
.[lOSEr].
1:35 PM
You’ve thought about this.
~marmar
2:58 PM
I know me. Do you know you?
.[lOSEr].
3:06 PM
I don’t know. A cloud, maybe?
3:13 PM
Cumulonimbus?
photo source: pixabay
September 14th, 2016
.[lOSEr].
4:47 AM
My spontaneity, my illusion of love for life, is in the sprawl of urban escape on a bathroom wall. A scarified heart in pockmarked plaster: two initials, a gag, or a declaration of youthful abandon. A means to see her chest? Digress? If only my girlfriend guest were impressed by the toilet seat mess where I’m at my best.
October 26th, 2016
~marmar
8:01 AM
You should pick up your junk
.[lOSEr].
10:23 AM
Can you swing by with it on Monday? I can’t leave the house.
I still have some treats with fuzz-for-brain’s name on them
~marmar
10:28 AM
I’ll stop by and bring her with me if you can clean up.
the pupper still thinks it’s you at the door
Sam Chilton
Sambo Chilton is a restless space cadet, writer, and musician residing in Ottawa, Ontario. He is currently finishing his second year in the Professional Writing program at Algonquin College, as well as a number of short stories, essays, and ditties to hum while contemplating one’s puny mortal existence.
