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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Spring Cleaning
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...and he shut his eyes from the sunlight blaring through the blinds,
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reaching for his pillow that somehow ended up between his legs in mid-sleep
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again. Covering his head, he turned over, facing the dimer half of the
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bedroom. There was so much work to be done. The ever-failing alarm clock
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read 12:17. It beeped with just enough volume to not fully wake him and, at
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the same time, somehow keep him aware that he shouldn't be sleeping anymore.
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He had set it to 8:00 the night before. It was almost as loud as the
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sunlight now, but he didn't shut it off. Not yet. He waited for the
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cobwebs to clear, making sure not to fall back asleep. 12:34 now. As good
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a time as any.
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He swung his legs over the side of the bed, gritting his teeth as his
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back reminded him to never, ever swing his legs over the side of the bed
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like that. Wincing and stretching, he stood up. Busy day, busy day, he
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said to himself. There's much to be done.
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There was his cat preening himself on the floor. What I wouldn't give
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to be you, he thought. For just a moment, he reflected back on the
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innocence of childhood. Just for a moment. Then he remembered. There were
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things to do.
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Stepping over the cat, he threw on his bathrobe and made his way
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downstairs. There were cold pancakes sitting on top of the microwave. A
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piece of paper that was on the refrigerator the night before had fallen to
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the kitchen floor. There was the cat again, walking through. He started to
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search for something to eat, but realized he didn't have enough time. He
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glanced at the clock again. 12:51. Groaning, chiding himself for
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oversleeping, he walked towards the bathroom, passing his parents' bedroom
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on the way. There was his mother, asleep, with the cat curled up next to
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her.
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Someone had forgotten to flush the toilet, so he remembered for them.
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He threw aside the shower curtain with a bit too much strength, fueled by
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his frustration that he had wasted so much time already. No time for a
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shower, he realized. No. There were things to be done. He pulled the
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curtain back over the tub and stood there, looking at himself in the mirror.
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I should really shave, he figured. I would.. I would, if I had time.
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And this hair. This fucking hair! There's too much of it, and it's so god
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damned annoying. I'd get it cut. I would, if I had time. If I could, I'd
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even comb it instead of pulling it back into a ponytail. If only I had
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enough time.
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Cursing to himself, he walked back upstairs, taking a quick glance
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around his room. A pile of dirty clothes sat in the corner, waiting for
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somebody to take them down to the basement and wash them. His bed was as
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unkempt as his hair, waiting for somebody to straighten it out. His bureau
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was piled with clean clothes, waiting for somebody to put them away. There
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was the computer, sitting against the far wall, waiting for somebody to put
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it out of its misery. And there was the television, looking as good as new,
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waiting for somebody to use it. The guitar, waiting to be tuned. The
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books, waiting to be shelved. The rug, waiting to be vacuumed. The ants,
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waiting to be saved. The bottles waiting to be recycled and the ashtrays
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waiting to be emptied and the cat waiting..
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The cat? Damn it, that fucked up cat. "Can't you sit still?" he
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asked the cat, realizing it was the first time he had spoken out loud since
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he woke up, and also realizing that the cat didn't have anything to do.
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"Shit, if I didn't have anything to do," he admitted, "I'd probably wander
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around the house, too."
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The cat looked up at him, then, cocking his head sideways. He licked
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a paw and swiped it across his face, never breaking the stare.
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"What?" the boy said out loud. "What are you looking at?"
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The cat just stared, and the boy sat down on his bed. He laughed at
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himself, almost. I'm sitting here talking to a cat, he thought, and I have
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so much work to do.
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Without looking away, the cat jumped up on the bed with him, nuzzling
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his face against the boy's.
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"You want to go out, don't you?"
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The cat just stared.
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"Are you hungry?"
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No reaction.
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"I don't know what you're trying to tell me!" he blurted. "There's
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work to be done and I don't have much time!"
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And with that, the cat broke the stare and trotted off downstairs, with
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the grace of one who is finished and waiting. Within moments, he could hear
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the cat digging through the litterbox.
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The boy laughed, then, and didn't stop for a long time. He walked
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over to the pile of dirty clothes and peed on them. He peed on his bed and
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bureau, and he peed on the computer. He peed on his television, his guitar,
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his books, the rug, the ants, the bottles, and the ashtrays. He peed on
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everything he could, until his bladder had exhausted itself.
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And then he found a dry spot on the rug and curled up on it, still
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laughing. He licked his hand, then, and swiped it across his face.
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Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow I'll get up the nerve, but today I'm
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finished. Finished and waiting, gracefully.
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It was 2:26.
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by Styx
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dropdead@mindspring.com
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