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Mischief ManagedMy dearest potswabbling hornsnarker:
I do believe that you may have accidentally lost your body. Now, I realize that is a trivial matter, considering I have lost my ear, but I did think you would like to know. I must say, you managed it in a rather lack luster manner. I mean, really, a wall?For shame. And you made fun of me for 'holey'. I am afraid that is just pathetic. You should go out with fireworks. At LEAST.
You know, mum has been constant water works. We thought she was bad with that poncy git of a brother (sorry, old habit. Plus, he is.) Well, you've made her outdo herself. Whoever could have thought that behind that tough angry exterior she might actually miss one of us short ones.
By the by, I am considering Charlie for official membership in the SWC. Just so you know when I come get you.
That is kind of the point of this.
I am coming to get you.
Because, really, there isn't much point without you around. No one else is dumb enough to test skiving snacks with me. And wh
ObsessionI've been waiting for you to call, you know.
(And I have been avoiding you. You've been weirding me out lately.)
I don't understand why you won't talk to me anymore. Did I say something that offended you?
(It was more the fact that the lies and true opinions you have told me and everyone else have unraveled too much for us to pretend they are not there any more.)
Whatever it was, I'm sorry.
(Whatever it was? You don't know? Well, here is a clue. How about you called me and Elisa bitches, and you verbally attacked the man I love?)
I miss hanging out with you. No one has been able to hang out with me lately. They say that they're all busy.
(How do you manage to be so oblivious to the fact you creep us all out?)
We need to hang out again. I could pick you up, and if you need me to, I'll buy.
( I am sorry, not to sound cynical, but I've gotten that line before...and then full expectation of me giving him sex and anything else he wanted. I think not. In fact,
67 Percent67 percent.
I have poured that much out trying to drown those cockroaches that slither their way from your throat.
Those damn cockroaches.
Don't they know I have had enough of their radioactive resistant grins,
Their cocky smiles and big walks.
I've given so much.
67 67 67 67 67 percent.
It would appear I am stuck here, and they still aren't dead.
But I cannot pour out any more.
AgainI'm left again with words.
Glorious, intangible, forgettable words.
Words and bruises and scrapes.
That seems to be all you ever leave me with.
And, damn, how I love it.
Nothing in the air
But the buzz of lights
The protective phalanx of words
A piece of sculpture or architecture commemorating a specific person or event.
I have no palaces for you.
Only intangible words,
Perhaps someday I might print them,
Engrave them permanently onto burnable paper,
And build houses that will waft up like phoenix light
Before falling into dust.
No one knows what sort of monument to make to the living,
So that is why I have no idea of the next step.
Finally you are alive,
But I haven't a clue on how to celebrate you.
Playing the MelodyI love the clash of cymbals and the death rattle of snare drums
Something about bass lines stirs my soul
Makes me feel electric
Pushed into wakeful life
But I never know those beyond a passing acquaintance.
She laughed and shook her head at him.
The freckles from her cute button nose whirled about him,
A net of sunlight and simplicity.
And he was caught.
The innocence of her words contrasted with her scarlet lust laden lips.
The glistening ripples of flame in her ebony eyes
Promised sensual surrender.
And he was caught.
Her steel backbone always attracted him.
Straight and sure as engineered marvels,
But it bowed in sorrow.
And he was caught.
And I was caught.
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