When I was in Literature class, and when I was in a lit workshop, they told me the meanings should arise naturally. They didn’t tell me the text was supposed to 
and 
. I guess I’ll never understand the ways of the youth today, who insist that words should 
and 
. Do they have to do this all the time?
My brain cells. They burn.
I was channel-surfing and found myself staring at the television text chat channel. I was looking for [O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] and ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~. It looked like Romeo and Juliet, or West Side Story, with the plot twists of New Jack City and Scarface.
The soundtrack was a horrible mishmash of old Aerosmith songs synched to Final Fantasy clips, and novelty karaoke songs.
The dialogue was fun, though.
[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] :cno pw3d3 mak1-s3x jan? TXT me at
09441434469
09441434469
09441436969
09441436969
TXT lng no CALL NO GAYS PLS
The text messages kept scrolling… and scrolling, and scrolling…
~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : h3lLuR p0wH pA-aDd-P0Wh aQ s FRIENDSTER
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
aDd nY0H p0wH m3 TnX p0wH
The grand eyeball (GEB) of the LONELYHEARTZ Clan:
Beer.
Booze.
Bands.
LONELYHEARTZ.
[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] and ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ always came home late after that.
[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] :cno pw3d3 mak1-s3x jan? TXT me at
09441434469
09441434469
09441436969
School was out, family was even more out, and the only thing that mattered was the LONELYHEARTZ Clan.
09441436969
TXT lng no CALL NO GAYS PLS
They came home late. They came home even later. They came home only in the morning, after their parents and families knocked on doors and rang on bells at the dead of night, looking for them.
Grades dropped, dinners were forgotten.
Yet it didn’t solve it all. T-Pain remixes were long gone. Only in cheap MP3 player giveaways at the call center Christmas raffle were they heard from, or from fast-food restaurant muzak at noon.
The heartz ceased to be lonely.
~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : h3lLuR p0wH pA-aDd-P0Wh aQ s FRIENDSTER
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
The heartz ceased to be lonely.
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
aDd nY0H p0wH m3 TnX p0wH
~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ sat on the sofa, looking at her phone. The TV was on. The same channel, the same songs, the same tracks. No more gangstas, just emos.
The last 
, and the last 
, reminded ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ that at least here, the world didn’t and , did not and . There were diapers to change, milk bottles to be filled, and dreams to be remembered and missed.
There is nothing in the world but youth, Lord Henry tells Dorian Gray, but didn’t grow out of the fiction to tell that to
[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] : never heard from again
or
~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : and the baby in her arms.
POSTSCRIPT: Experimental, and perhaps even annoying, and definitely not good. Burnination is serious business, and I swear to all that’s good and holy this is the last time I’ll use glittertext. But everything here is based on a true story. - Marocharim
