Default Thoughts

Default thoughts: eat sleep f**k eat drink eat piss f**k s**t eat drink sleep

IN the morning I awake with all of these subterranean thoughts freshly lacquered in my skull. My eyes drip with sleep, my phallus still stands erect (all night?) with dreams of sex, my bladder screams into  the deep cave of my head, my stomach moans in emptiness and desolation and its echoes are heard, and my mouth, dry and deserted of any activity, yearns for water. What a way to wake, with every want and need pressing you for reaction but too tired to do anything about it; f**k me.

IN the bathroom I piss. A euphoric piss, one that flows like a stream in the Amazon. Relief. I take a s**t as well, well, I don't really want to, but I don't really have a choice. Relief, again. I drink half a gallon of water from the sink, feel the coolness stream into my innards. Cool relief. My erection wont go away so I manually relieve it. Sweet relief, yet again.

IN the shower I practically lapse into another deep sleep, weird, though I am still awake, still standing and physically alert, but I am not aware of it, lost in my thoughts, lost under this steam of synthetic rain that seeds hallucinatory thoughts left in my hair: sex and food and dreams, a quiet combination of the three. I get another erection for some reason. Sometimes I think it has a mind of its own.

IN the car I drive and listen to the radio, another aspect I forgot to mention in the cycle of normal brain activity. The desire for music, and the melodious mantra that has been placed in my head. Music is the voice of the soul, thoughts of the spirits. But this song sucks, as well as every song on the radio, and I turn it off. I get another erection.

IN the office I sit in front of the computer screen and yawn and dream about being back in bed. I think of eating at Denny's. I think of the semi-attractive waitress Sarah who works there. I really concentrate on her a*s. I wonder what kind of n*****s she has. I get another erection. My penis yawns and I go to the bathroom. It faded away on the walk from my desk to the bathroom, but I have to piss again. I piss and flush. 

IN the car I drive to Denny's. No radio. I get a boner at a stop light, but I don't even realize it.

IN Denny's I sit at a booth and play on my phone, not really doing anything. I try to look busy and important for the waitress. I notice that everyone in here is on their phone, so I pocket mine. I take out a notepad and write all of this down. I record the default thoughts. The waitress appears and takes my order. She looks nice today, hair looks different, darker. Lips are larger, swollen, redder. I imagine them puckering around my --

“I'll have the Grandslam.”

“How would you like your eggs?”

Oh no. Shouldn't she know by now that I like my eggs scrambled? Doesn't she know that I am a regular here? She has been my waitress many times before, even greeted me by my name, but is unaware how I like my f*****g eggs?

` “Scrambled.”

She takes the menu and walks away, and I follow her a*s keenly. I get another boner. 

My food arrives shortly. My chocolate milk arrives as well. The food is good, no complaints. I am still a little unsettled about the egg incident. When she drops my check off I look at her name-plate and find that her name isn't Sarah but Sandra. I catch a quick flash of cleavage and I get a curious erection, curious enough for me to ask her out right there.

“Hey, Sandra.”

“Yes?” She turned, still holding my emptied plates. D****t, I never noticed her eyes, how serenely green they are, how soft her cheeks are in the light, I could kiss those cheeks. Her lips vowel lust and her nose scents love. Her neck, mounted so perfectly, surging with blood and erect and her tits that hang below, and her legs and her a*s and her shoulders and her hands and her --

“Would you like to accompany me sometime on a lovely evening in the park? We could have some drinks, get some food, and maybe fall asleep together after having sex. What do you say?”

IN the car I drive home with a raging boner. I can't help it. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

I think Freud would love to analyze this haha.

It feels like the character wants to develop more deeply (he has breakthroughs when he mentions about music and the soul and then the eyes of the waitress), but his primal needs need to be met first. But then probably his second head won't let him, it's much too strong.

I see the last dialogue he has...is like an inner turmoil between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...One part of him would love to have a lovely evening in the park. But the other one wants drinks, food, and sex. One is trying to be proper. The other says everything that's on his mind really.

Very interesting!

[Chadvonswan]

You perceived this short exactly as I had hoped for, hahah and I would love for Freuds ghost to analyze this. Hahah thanks for reading some of my pieces, Nadia. (:

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

A pleasure! :)

[Ariana Omnomnom]

I liked this, I lol'd at the end cuz that sounds like the way I'd pick someone up lolol

It was freaking amazing, as usual.
I'm jealous of your short story writing skills. My short stories are about polar bears outside the window and dumb stuff I used to write for school.

[Chadvonswan]

Hahaha posts bears are always cool (:

[Ariana Omnomnom]

Yeah I'm somewhat of a polar bear myself ;P

[Chadvonswan]

POLAR* ..........................

[Ariana Omnomnom]

Like me, cuz I'm bipolar...bear

[Chadvonswan]

Stone temple pilots

[Ariana Omnomnom]

What lolol

[Mute Ventriloquist]

STONE TEMPLE PILOTS!

[Ariana Omnomnom]

IDK WHAT THOSE ARE OMG *DIES*