AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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A pubic massage to my imagination.
Posted 04-04-2009 at 02:54 AM by scrab queen
HART ATTAK.
Now I know I've gone nuts. There was this totally pointless and crappy fiction I was writing about an Ancient crashing in my yard. I went outside just a few minutes ago, and everything went EXACTLY like the fiction. The moon was even the same pale yellow, the wind was at that certain pitch, and I know I did not imagine that ripple of partially invisible energy sweep over everything like the opening of a dimensional rift. I saw the outline of those wings on the moon and I had a fucking heart attack. So I scrambled inside, and had another miniature heart attack when I heard something clatter off the roof. I'm not going outside until daylight. Sure, I might have missed out on a good, life-threatening adventure of massive proportions, but I've still got a cat that needs me. I need to find away to get a satalite feed into my brain, and see what the fuck is up with it... well, when I find the damned thing. Also: I just mowed the lawn today. With a stick. Awesome. |
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