The End Could Be Soon, We'd Better Get A Room

I was a horny student at Medicine School. I have traveled a long distance across the city and I was tired, but somehow I was sufficiently excited to attend an anatomy class. 

It was a dark schoolyard and I was wearing a lab coat. I hated my look, it made me feel stupid and arrogant. There were another guys like me and we were all together waiting for instructions to go to the morgue. Then you appeared. I suppose you were an assistant professor and that you were about to give us some instructions. 

I had never dreamed of you. 

A long time ago, for a short period, I kinda desired you. I loved your scent, your big brown eyes, your long black hair, your fleshy lips and your huge teeth. Of course, I never told you. It was a pure sexual desire, and I really didn't want to explore if it was possible to get closer to you. I didn't want to meet you. 

I blamed my interest on you to one single moment. It was the middle of summer and we were alone, working in the lab. Just you and me. It supposed to be summer holidays. I had to perform ten to twelve surgeries. I hated that specific kind of surgery because I needed to implant a couple of stainless steel guide cannulae and a set of electrodes for polysomnographic recordings to each animal. It was an exhausting surgery because the set of electrodes consisted of two stainless steel screw electrodes placed in the frontal bones, a bipolar Teflon electrode placed in the hippocampus and two additional electrodes placed into the rats' neck muscles.  

You were right in front of me, manufacturing a different type of electrodes. 

It was very hot in the surgery room. I was sweating like crazy, and all I wanted to do was to run away from the lab and to plunge into a pool. Then you bent down to pick something up off the floor and I saw your underwear. I didn't want to do it. It was an accident. It was exciting and I felt sorry and guilty, but couldn't stop watching. It was a very sexy underwear and it fit you very well, and it drove me wild, and I thought of it for weeks. 

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In my dream, you were dressed in a lab coat, too. Then you smiled to me, as you used to do it back in time, showing me up your huge teeth. You told me "I know what you did that summer" and I woke up and now I feel sorry and guilty and I can't stop thinking of your underwear. 

Why did you appear in my dream?

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If Tears Were Liquor I'd Have Drunk Myself Sick

The night was dark and quiet, but Nadine felt her heart was shining aloud. She told me so. I felt the opposite 'cause I didn't love her and I didn't want to stay anymore with her. She used to control me and she had threatened me many times. All the time, she was about to break up with me and to get involved with her favourite ex, again. He was an idiot, a sad stalker. Once, he'd tried to kidnap me and beat me up, just to make me suffer as he suffered because Nadine was in a relationship with me. I didn't understand why Nadine told me so, but I felt sorry for him, and I also hated him. He was pathetic. 

One of Nadine's dogs', a Great Pyrenees called Layne, in honor to Alice In Chains' singer, had died on the last week, so I couldn't be rough. We crossed the parking lot and got to the Taurus. A few minutes ago, we were watching Pulp Fiction, and I'd just hated when she mentioned that Tarantino asked Cobain if he wanted to appear on the movie as a drug dealer. Of course I'd heard of it. That anecdote was so popular, and I was sick of it. You just had to read the booklet of In Utero to have an idea. Nevertheless, I smiled and hold her hand.  

Under the moonlight, Nadine looked like a movie star, blonde and fragile as Marilyn Monroe, but somehow stupid and selfish as Cindy Crawford. I was profoundly confused and tired. My thoughts were focused on just one thing: I wanted to end up that relationship. 

Suddenly, Nadine stared at me. Dim lights made it impossible to not look at her pale blue eyes. They were absolutely beautiful. Then, she asked me if I was sick, and I just told her that I was tired. Ironically, I started to feel sick. I just wanted to sleep. Abruptly, she started to cry. I tried to feel empathy, but I couldn't. "If you need someone to support you, you should call Andreas... He's always available for you", I told her, and she screamed and freaked out. 

We got into the Taurus and I turned on the radio, and the radio was playing a Mark Lanegan's song. Nadine drove the car as I enjoyed and felt connected to the music. She was silent and angst, and, in the middle of nowhere, she told me that she definitely was breaking up with me and that Andreas was a better guy for her than me. She stopped the car, and asked me to leave her alone. I was scared, but I felt drunk and happy.    

What else should I do?

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