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The White Parade
The White Parade: I of VII. The Patient(s): They call him The Patient. No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess--but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients--most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automaThe White Parade: I of VI
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The White Parade: II of VIII. Perfect: “Why is she here?”The White Parade: II of VI
He’s sitting on the bench across from the elevator, waiting for me like he has been for the last week. There’s a square patch of cotton gauze taped to the inside of his left elbow, the telltale sign of the recently needled. His clothes are still the same (or perhaps, more believably, a different set) of cotton hospital pajamas in plain, standard white. He’s at the height of fashion in his clothes, at the very peak of classic American hospital chic that will never in a million years die out. If it ever does, then God help the masses without any other way of tell
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The White Parade: III of VIIII. The White Parade: A day passes. I find myself in his room again, taking more pictures. I don’t even think about it anymore; right after the last class is over, I catch the subway to the hospital, take the elevator to the fifth floor and…knock twice on door 515. He never seems to mind. He never asks why I keep coming; he just lets me in when I knock and closes the door behind us--locking it to keep the unwanted medicals out…to keep the world away. I bring the scarf this time, hidden inside a black gift bag I found in my closet the night before. When I give it to him, he seems rather…shocked. Not because it’sThe White Parade: III of VI
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The White Parade: IV of VIIV. 3AM: (“Once again, I can’t stress how…terribly sorry we are about the mishap this afternoon.”The White Parade: IV of VI
“N-no…no, it’s fine. Honest. I won’t sue unless I develop a habit for the stuff.”
They chuckle nervously. “Regardless… That was a careless move on our part. It could have been worse than a sedative.”
“Is he always that difficult?”
“You mean…is he always that hysterical?”
She nods. “He’s never been…that way before. I’ve never seen him like
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| "This mortal scene stands built of memories, Shaped by the wise Who gazed in breathing wonderment, And left us their brave eyes To light the way they went." -Siegfried Sassoon |
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BF - Instep“Try to lift your foot onto my knee. Can you do it, Robbie?” “I’m not sure I can--W-Wyatt, it hurts--” “Just try. Try it and see.” Gritting his teeth, Robert Amherst tries. He envisions the muscles in his left leg tightening; imagines his foot rising off the floor like some silly item in a street magician’s show. He sees it straightening at the proper height before coming to rest gently on his older brother’s pressed-together knees. The former soldier sees this all very vividly, to the point that he is certain he has already done it. But thenBF - Instep
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Cash for Capsaicin“A survey of more than 4,000 college students published in 2008 in the Journal of the American Dietetic Association found that ‘young adults, particularly white men, engage in risky eating behaviors’.” - Madison Park, “Student 101: Don’t Eat Mold”Cash for Capsaicin
“Well, boys, here we are! Once again gathered together in a bid to take a break from the daily grind, catch up with each other and eat until our stomachs give out. It’s good to see everybody.” The other men around the table return similar greetings. Tonight, everybody consists of Saint Viticus, the originator of
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'Til Death Reunites“Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it was the opposite for me. There’s an intense connection between us, and as we stayed together, the bells rang louder.” - Unknown'Til Death Reunites
Three days ago, Lucy Amherst realized she was going to die. The realization did not lurk for a while at the corners of her mind, the way it does with some people, nor did it come with any potential for doubt. This was not paranoia, not panic induced by old age (though any who would call Lucy old was likely to be struck with a glare or her broom). This was nothing born of an incl
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BF - Trash“It’s tragic, isn’t it, the way these people have been treated? To have their…their graves disturbed and their bones tossed aside like garbage in the streets…” Hands splayed on either side of his head, Saint Sorrows lies down on his stomach. He turns his head to rest an ear against the grass, looking very sad as he does so. When he shuts his eyes and takes in a deep breath, I suppose I could almost believe he’s trying to listen for…something. The gentle tread of spiritual feet? I don’t know. We’ve been sitting in Burr Oak for at least two hours now--or at least I have. WhenBF - Trash
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