Olive :: "Smile"
From the album: Trickle

Smile, you’ll steal away my soul
Smile, I’ll hide away and cry
My mind’s made up
I will shudder to see your eyes
Smile no doubt I’ll keep my pride
But it may be hard to find

There’s nothing left
Handed down your legacy
But more regret
Painted on with empathy

Smile, don’t complicate my time
Smile, don’t ask me if I’m fine
My world blown down
There is nothing that words can say
Smile, no doubt I’ll keep my pride
But it may be hard to find

There’s nothing left
Handed down your legacy
But more regret
Painted on with empathy

There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left

Smile, you’ll steal away my soul
Smile, I’ll hide away and cry
There’s nothing left
Handed down your legacy

Smile, you’ll steal away my soul
Smile, I’ll hide away and cry
There’s nothing left
Handed down your legacy
Smile, no doubt I’ll ...Keep reading.

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Goddamn that little piece of floating coal.
According to my "horror-scope", because of this little phenomenon I was bound to have communication problems all throughout the week. Well, everything was peachy until today. After my boss told me yesterday I was going to have the rest of the week off, she calls me today and tells me I must be in today's meeting, since once one of her employees is going on maternity soon, and I'll be covering her base. Great. But it's just a meeting, how long can it take?
Very fucking long. We were in that meeting room for nearly two hours, discussing stuff about future projects. It didn't suck as much ass as I thought, since something weird happened in that room. When anyone asked me for an idea, they just kept popping in my head non-stop. The creative side of my brain was having some sort ...Keep reading.

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So my car's being painted.
In the meantime, I've been using dad's truck to get around. I have always hated that truck. It smells of cheap booze and cheesy cologne mixed with sweat. And he seems to like it that way. Not only that, but being seen in that wine-colored excuse for a vehicle is like showing up for class in your underwear. Pure, unadulterated shame. It has a registration sticker collection on each side of the windshield (my father doesn't believe in removing the old ones to make space for the new, apparently that would be a waste of good sticker...) and, to add insult to injury, the damn thing has a propeller in the back. A fucking propeller! Even at my work I'm the butt of every joke every time it rains a lot!

But that's not what's bothering me right now. Last weekend, my parents decided to ...Keep reading.

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It is nearly midnight. About an hour ago, I was summoned by my mother hurriedly, and she told me to get dressed ASAP. She said that our neighbor's elderly father passed out, and they needed an extra hand to get him into a van. They called 911, but it had taken too long to arrive.
Immediately I was like "fuck. Just what I need. Hysterical neighbors trying to shove a slobbering old coot in a van. I bet the fucker weighs about 500 pounds. Goddamnit."
When I arrived there, the neighbors were unusually quiet. They always are, you don't hear a peep from them. Unlike my family, who keep ignoring the fact that these houses tend to be excessively acoustic and yet they still find delight in screaming for every little fucking thing.

I went to the neighbors', and I saw the poor old guy being carried around by my ...Keep reading.

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No, really, that bitch is C-R-A-Z-Y.

A long, long, time ago, we lived in a nice house in the southeast of Dominican Republic. It was a spacious, breezy, pleasant place, full of wonder and glee. Happy times, were those.
During the times that these events happenned, Lucifer used to work overseas (in other words, he worked where we are now). So in my house, my mom was the Matron. The Queen of the Castle. The Madam. At least until my father came by, which happened about once a month.
This went on for a couple of years, while Lucifer settled down overseas.
I don't want to sound harsh, or cold, or insensitive, but... Goddamn, those were the best years of my life!
Back to the story. One morning, we were woken up by the cleaning lady with some startling news. There was a huge turd in our backyard. And it was ...Keep reading.

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