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saviourseph) wrote2008-01-30 03:36 pm
saviourseph) wrote2008-01-30 03:36 pm
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More drabbles (only posting the ones I did earlier on, before I degenerated into writing retarded drunken poetry ^^; ) :
Stiff In The Car - Stephen(ie)/Link (Sarahverse TP)
You're ashamed of me aren't you? That's why you never take me anywhere. You don't even want to be seen in public with me - let alone introduce me as your boyfriend?
All I do for you - do you think i like wearing this dress? That I like the hasty name changing? The layers of whorepaint on my decaying face?
The bonnet?
No - I won't shut up and get in the car! You'll hear me out on th...
Wait? Where?
OK - I'll come.
But no bonnet.
Foreign Facetious Lands / I'm Too Sexy - Tingle (MM)
The lycra stretched translucent - fire engine red and terrifyingly taut. The seams twisting and buckling over the mountainous crotch beneath. The hips gyrated, sending mountainous crotch pulsating back and forth - a beacon of bad taste and sickly allure in the bleak deserted canyon.
The world was spun form the memories of the hero - every person here an off-kilter parody of their original self.
But not him.
No memory could be that horrifying.
EDIT: Fine... here's the stupid poems (don't ask what they're about - not quite sure myself)
every day a fire engine goes past the bathroom window
i found a place
it flashes
flashes orange
all the time
but we can boogie
in the orange and blue strobe of the fire engines
dancing while people die
cowgirl
they couldn't win
their power was great but she was stronger
she pinned the brave to the ground, skirts hitched and guns raised
"MOVE YOUR LOVE"
"MOVE YOUR LOVE"
"BABY BABY GIVE IT TO ME"
and so america was born
power
love on me
move
move
fading like a flower - green bottle
every time i see you - trapped. under the emerald glass
like the wizard. so afraid of the truth
spectacles grafted to faces - no-one should know the truth
white
dead
nothing
like withered roses
not rose tinted but nettle
black wood penicorns that feel the beat
racing through the lost woods
hunted.
something after him - something
equine. but not.
white spray through the air
asparagus champagne
helpless
naught to do but lie back and go with the flow
drowning
warm and wet like something
not a sandstorm
he relented
let it all wash over him
Stiff In The Car - Stephen(ie)/Link (Sarahverse TP)
You're ashamed of me aren't you? That's why you never take me anywhere. You don't even want to be seen in public with me - let alone introduce me as your boyfriend?
All I do for you - do you think i like wearing this dress? That I like the hasty name changing? The layers of whorepaint on my decaying face?
The bonnet?
No - I won't shut up and get in the car! You'll hear me out on th...
Wait? Where?
OK - I'll come.
But no bonnet.
Foreign Facetious Lands / I'm Too Sexy - Tingle (MM)
The lycra stretched translucent - fire engine red and terrifyingly taut. The seams twisting and buckling over the mountainous crotch beneath. The hips gyrated, sending mountainous crotch pulsating back and forth - a beacon of bad taste and sickly allure in the bleak deserted canyon.
The world was spun form the memories of the hero - every person here an off-kilter parody of their original self.
But not him.
No memory could be that horrifying.
EDIT: Fine... here's the stupid poems (don't ask what they're about - not quite sure myself)
every day a fire engine goes past the bathroom window
i found a place
it flashes
flashes orange
all the time
but we can boogie
in the orange and blue strobe of the fire engines
dancing while people die
cowgirl
they couldn't win
their power was great but she was stronger
she pinned the brave to the ground, skirts hitched and guns raised
"MOVE YOUR LOVE"
"MOVE YOUR LOVE"
"BABY BABY GIVE IT TO ME"
and so america was born
power
love on me
move
move
fading like a flower - green bottle
every time i see you - trapped. under the emerald glass
like the wizard. so afraid of the truth
spectacles grafted to faces - no-one should know the truth
white
dead
nothing
like withered roses
not rose tinted but nettle
black wood penicorns that feel the beat
racing through the lost woods
hunted.
something after him - something
equine. but not.
white spray through the air
asparagus champagne
helpless
naught to do but lie back and go with the flow
drowning
warm and wet like something
not a sandstorm
he relented
let it all wash over him
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AND POST RETARDED DRUNK POETRY. I WANT TO READ 8D
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And I thought I was masochistic...
Fine ^^;
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(you may well discover there's a link between sleep deprivation and ReDead porn - 2 birds 1 stone 8D )
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in the orange and blue strobe of the fire engines
dancing while people die
Have I mentioned how much I love you lately? WHAT PROMPTED THIS HILARITY?
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I like that one >D