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Date Posted: 15:48:04 08/21/02 Wed
Author: �aris
Author Host/IP: spider-tl062.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.207.202
Subject: . le pi�ge .

. she knows this scene. the scene of sex, alcohol, and illegal substances that pose as easy morphine to the pain of the outside world. she knows the rhythm of the music in which provocatively clad dancers sway their sweaty bodies', mingling together in a hormonal orgy that may release a little overgrown tension. she knows the stench of sex. the same stench that burrows its way into her clothing, making it impossible for her to forget the hungry, groping hands that invaded her body, touching her in all the censored places. the stench that makes her remember those countless 'somebody's' that took her for a cheap ride and then saucily fed her virgin blouse a well-earned twenty. she knows how this thick, smoke-infested air can eventually sour one's lungs to the smell and make them overanalyze the supposedly 'satisfying' lifestyle so many have given themselves up to .

. despite the nonexistent attire of the population, she remains clad within the desired warmth of her overgrown sweatshirt; her only lifeline to the exterior humanity that hasn't yet fallen prey to this evolving wickedness. her soiled, skeined auburn tendrils fall lifelessly around her gaunt shoulders, licking upwards towards the sour, drug-tainted ventilation. the damp layers beneath, doused with the previous downpour, leave saturated imprints on her back, flooding her flesh with goose-bumps. maneuvering subconsciously through the chaos of perspiration-slicked bodies, she machinates towards the back wall -- enshrouded in adumbration, home to a perdition of voracious eyes. her skeletal conformation descends within the scopious leather encirclement of a piceous hued chair, drawing her scrawny knees against her humble bosom as she wordlessly keeps vigilance over the happenings before her with ardent aqua eyes, somehow ensnared within the only environment she's ever known .

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