ASMR in central park
(A walk down memory lane.)
(sunny saturday sunday)
(hot take sunday)
(sunday)
(I walked down a memory lane, my head held up high. a bird fell through the roof and when the babies cry, i know they will never know why. )
never skip a first asmr video

Einleitung

Mr. Penguin got up in the morning to feed his dog. He knew he would be going places. Maddy knew who she was from a very early Age. She didn’t really like him, but still felt offended when she found out it was mutual.
Right after dinner she lit a cigarette on the balcony. Some of the overcooked chicken got stuck in between her front teeth. She started playing with it with her tongue. pushing it back and forth and just when she had just enough strength to push a large amount of spit against the chicken, cindy opened the balcony door. maddy chocked on her own spit, coughing like a man in the morning. cindy laughed and stepped out on the yellow carpet. Brown footprints imprinted on the water resistant fibres. usually maddy prides herself with never being afraid of anything. She usually says this after every jumpscare in horror movies. Truth is, Maddy was afraid.

The balcony railing was white and curved into ornaments that resemble rose vines. Mr. P stepped outside on the street and Maddy watched the caramel brown Pomeranian take a shit into the neighbours bushes. He was lucky, she thought, Cindy once told her, that her neighbour, an 87 year old widow, doesn’t really do anything else but stare out of the window. She’s watching her rose vines, ready to verbally attack anyone who doesn’t treat them as their own. She would wait for Cindy to leave the house, then open her window and start complaining about Pomeranians shitting next to her roses. If I were her I would lean out of the window a little more and smoke thin cigarettes. Maddy was surprised by the silence that accompanied mr. P and the pomeranian, poofy.

maddy
started dancing. she was indeed the lucky one.
at night she imagined how she would sit with her cat on the windowsill and form thoughts
as she spoke with her reflection in the dirty window. she talked to her boyfriend,
a friends friend that apparently told cindy she seemed conceited.

how do i make time pass by faster?
mercury ended and i wore
baggy pants and white shoelaces