diminutive quartet in something like raping a piano

i read because i'm scared. i sip coffee at the same time to make myself appear more calm than i really am. it started last thursday, i was in my apartment, with my cats (i have twelve). when the delievery man showed up at my door. he told me they had a piano, and they started wheeling it up the steps to the fifth story, room 216. my room. i told them i had no need for a piano and shut the door. they knocked again and this time when i opened it, some kids ran buy. "cat lady! cat lady!" they screamed. i told the delivery man to go away and i sat back down. continued reading. sipped the coffee. because i knew that somehow peole were watching. finally went to bed. the next morning he knocked again, and i knew it was him, so i remained sitting. but he broke the door down. i started to scream at him. "no!!" i said, "the cats! the cats will get away!!" but it was too late he pushed the massive wooden instrument in through the doors and the cats darted out. the delivery man didn't care. i screamed. i screamed again and he left. he shut the door behind him and it was too quiet. "you can't get me again this time, do you understand?!!?!" it was still quiet. the piano was staring at me. "damn you! go away! stop it!" the piano continued to stare, and i didn't know what to do. i had to do it. i had to. there was nothing left of me. the cats were gone. the cats were dead and i knew. i thought of screaming for help, but when i did no one answered. i'll push it down the stairs. that's what i'll do. "i'm going to kill you," i told the piano. but it didn't care. it kept staring at me. i had to do it, it was the only thing. i slowly walked over and began to play. it was nice at first. i had forgotten how it was nice. and then it happened. faster, and faster, until i couldn't stop, and i began to cry. "you can't do this to me," i said. i felt it happen. it reached inside and pulled something out. even faster yet, until once again my hands detached themselves from my body and began to play. i fell over backwards and lied there, dead, and from outside the door i could hear the kids screaming. cat lady, cat lady.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings diminutive quartet in something like raping a piano and completeing the A's. i read because i'm scared. i sip coffee at the same time to make myself appear more calm than i really am. it started last thursday, i was in my apartment, with my cats (i have twelve). when the delievery man showed up at my door. he told me they had a piano, and they started wheeling it up the steps to the fifth story, room 216. my room. i told them i had no need for a piano and shut the door. they knocked again and this time when i opened it, some kids ran buy. "cat lady! cat lady!" they screamed. i told the delivery man to go away and i sat back down. continued reading. sipped the coffee. because i knew that somehow peole were watching. finally went to bed. the next morning he knocked again, and i knew it was him, so i remained sitting. but he broke the door down. i started to scream at him. "no!!" i said, "the cats! the cats will get away!!" but it was too late he pushed the massive wooden instrument in through the doors and the cats darted out. the delivery man didn't care. i screamed. i screamed again and he left. he shut the door behind him and it was too quiet. "you can't get me again this time, do you understand?!!?!" it was still quiet. the piano was staring at me. "damn you! go away! stop it!" the piano continued to stare, and i didn't know what to do. i had to do it. i had to. there was nothing left of me. the cats were gone. the cats were dead and i knew. i thought of screaming for help, but when i did no one answered. i'll push it down the stairs. that's what i'll do. "i'm going to kill you," i told the piano. but it didn't care. it kept staring at me. i had to do it, it was the only thing. i slowly walked over and began to play. it was nice at first. i had forgotten how it was nice. and then it happened. faster, and faster, until i couldn't stop, and i began to cry. "you can't do this to me," i said. i felt it happen. it reached inside and pulled something out. even faster yet, until once again my hands detached themselves from my body and began to play. i fell over backwards and lied there, dead, and from outside the door i could hear the kids screaming. cat lady, cat lady.