Gin and Monsters
It was either the smell in the air, or the cheap gin that made Alphonse feel like vomiting. Even though the intense waves of nausea broke over him like high tide, he did not move nor make any attempt to head to the bathroom, he had had enough cheap liquor before to know that the best thing right now was to sit still and let it pass. The musty smell of what can only be described as urine, vomit,...
No More Wishes
While passing by the mirror, I saw an eyelash on my cheek, And before I placed another hopeful wish upon it, I remembered how many had come before it, How many hopes of mine had been carried by wishes, And how all of them had died without a chance, I flushed that eyelash down the sink, For energy is wasted on hopeless endeavors, So no more wishes will die from my hand.
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The delicate dance of the relationship, In any form, to any goal, Is a battle, a bloody one at that, And your chosen weapon, And subsequent skill with that weapon, Will determine your outcome as victor. The duel that is seduction, Is fought with rapiers of wit, Broadswords of brutish stature, And iron-clad defenses of virtue and protection, And only a perfect pierce, Or that strike of the...
A little self TMI
If horniness was population, I make China look uninhabited by comparison. I really need some release, I fear I’m going to explode into a gooey mess.
Solomon James: A Hairball Apart
(You all wish you were winning this much,lol)
Jared: The low light of the bar made it dificult to see the obvious danger in the room.
Ari: Solomon was used to the dark, however, and he knew that lurking somewhere in the cloud of smoke and broken dreams, his opponent waited (unknowingly) for his doom.
Jared: Before he could even sense and react the imminent threat, he felt a set of claws dig deep into his calf and a jaw clamping down on his shin. That, and the sound of purring.
Ari: "Madame Fang," Solomon addressed his attacker through clenched teeth, "Please kindly remove yourself from the floor, as it isn't particularly clean down there, and my leg while you're at it."
Jared: The good Madame purred in delgiht, and happily jumped up on a barstool.
Ari: Solomon eyed 'Madame' Fang with a mixture of curiosity and a desire to pet the scantily clad cat-themed drag queen.
Jared: He motioned to the bartender to get him the usual. She was notiorious with her shenanigans, and he needed to be good and drunk before she tried to curl up in his lap... again.
Ari: "You know why I'm here, don't you," he paused for effect, "...Heinrich"?
Jared: "She" played coy, "I assume it's the same reason as everyone else, and I'll tell you what I told them, it's 200 up front, but it will blow your mind."
Ari: Solomon narrowed his eyes and sipped his drink to stall for time; he knew there were better deals elsewhere, but no one that would keep their mouth shut about the transaction.
Jared: "I might be willing to pay for that, but what does it all entail exactly? My wife is going to be wondering where the money is going, I want it to be worth at least that arguement."
Ari: This was, of course, a partial lie, since Solomon had no wife; mostly he wanted to keep Heinrich off his crotch and firmly planted in the realm of business.
Jared: She leaned in close, whispering in his ear so he could feel her hot moist breath, "Step upstairs and you'll see..."
Ari: Downing the last of his drink and pulling down the brim of his hat, which made him look suspicioulsy like an Indiana Jones rip-off, he followed Madame Fang through the bar towards the back, swatting at the tail that periodically tried to assault him at zipper height.
Jared: They began up the stairs, and he could only help but stare at her shapely ass and tail work their way up the stairs. He was so transfixed, the only other sensation that he was aware of at the moment was the ever increasing tightness of his pants.
Ari: "Stop it, you idiot, you know full well what's in those vinyl hotpants, and it isn't what you'd like it to be," he reminded himself.
Jared: But even though he kept reminding himself that, he could not help but follow her into the room. She turned around and began to move in close to him. But, before he could do anything he would regret, a little person wearing a Batman outfit burst into the room yelling "Hide me! Hide me! He wants to kill me!"
Ari: He'd help the kid if he could, but the more pressing matter was what he'd come here for; the reason he'd once again subjected himself to Madame Fang: Black market manga.
Jared: He tried to shoo the pint sized Batman out of the room, but before he could get the door shut, the little person spoke into what looked like a watch on his wrist, saying, "Subterfuge failed! Code blue!"
Ari: And then Kanye West interrupted everyone by exploding. The End.
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Cleaned my archives out of all the junk-posts.
Post later tonight probably. I’ll do my best, but no promises.
We're Already Dead
What if we’re already dead, Dead, and living in hell? Is that so far a stretch, In this cruel world we live in? Maybe our lives in this hell, Are predestined by how we used to live. Maybe the pious used to just a little faithless, Maybe the impoverished just too greedy. And maybe those of us who have suffered most, Were truly good, but with just one fault, Condemned to eternal suffereing,...
When Toys Become Real Boys
“I’m sorry Katherine, but no.” “Why not?” “Because, I’m busy with something, and it’d be a huge inconvenience to me, even if I dropped that just to do this.” “Oh come on! Something like that never stopped you before.” He took a long sip from his drink, “well, this is a different situation.” “Really? I mean, I really need this. This can makes things so much easier on me, and...
Everyone knows pixies are nature’s strippers, so it’s only natural...– Me, having one of my weird/fun/amazing conversations with Ari
The Folly of Street Lamps
Street lamps dampen and darken my path, For to a night born soul, they only inspire wrath, For what right do we have to place a light, In the rightful dominion of the night? You say the lights are so you can see, But with who’s eyes do you view me? For any fool can look for beauty with eyes of light, But they’ll miss all the wonders of the night.
Quatrain of Tiredness
* I wrote this on the board right before my Theater class began, much to the class’ delight* I fear I may soon be dead, If I cannot rest my head, For if my sanity I wish to keep, I desperately need to get to sleep.
Rain On Me
I was strolling through the night, When the rain began, I did not flee indoors, Nor seek a makeshift shelter, But continued on, For a reason I’m not sure of. I suppose I had hoped, To find someone else in this rainy night, Figuring that anyone who choses to walk through rain, Would have some kinship with me, And I would not tread alone anymore. Alas, I was alone, No kindred spirits in...
The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
The fade into consciousness for Jerry this time was not how one typically imagines it. There was no gradual or even sudden shift of light as his eyelids opened, but an unexplained prevailing darkness, and the sensation of something brushing against his eyelashes. His attempt to inspect what was covering his eyes were in vain, as his hands stayed put, something tied around his wrists restraining...
Shadows Sewn to my Feet
I walked upon the night soaked street, When I saw the shadows sewn to my feet, And I thought it odd that on this day done, I had four shadows instead of one. These shadows were no sort of mockery, They did what shadows do, they mimicked me, And all were perfectly draped in my guise, So much so that suspicion did arise. And only on shadows do I appear cast, From rigid definitions from forgotten...
Haiku of New Opportunity
One can’t change one’s past, But one can shape the writing, Upon the new page.
This is a pretty personal post, but I invite you to read it. Tomorrow, dear followers, is a day I view with much dread. Not in a general sense mind you, but the actual tomorrow at the time of this writing. January 8th. It shall no doubt be a day of calamity and woe. How do I know such things? Because that is the way it has always been. Tomorrow, dear followers, shall be the twentieth...
Lies of an Angry Ocean
The ocean shouted at the clouds, “You’re pathetic you know?” “With no connection to anything,” “You’re just shallow fools,” “Floating about in your airheaded ways,” You’re useless, every one!” And the ocean’s waves crash and turn, Frothing in an angry rage, Disguising the lies it so passionately shouted, Lies rooted in...
For the Sake of Knowledge
Step forward into the institution, Do it for the sake of knowledge, Information is a powerful thing, You should get some sort of edge. Learn about all the things in the world, To learn some sort of skill of trade, Do it under the watchful florescent lights, You can’t learn anything in unregulated shade. And learn all our norms and conditions, In that trial and error way, We can teach you...
In order to know the worth of self, You must learn your worth from others, And from what you may take of that, Start questioning who you are, And the answer never is all that clear, For like all pursuits of knowledge, One answer raises more questions, And you never really know the true value, Of what you are worth to you.
Of Mice and Men
I took a shovel once again, Splinters of sadness piercing through my hand, And with heavy sigh escape my head, I began to bury my best laid plans. I hated being by your damned charm, That I dulled senses with every available tool, But desires pierced through smoke filled mind, And I went and made myself a fool. But plans themselves are not foolish work, The idiocy was in believing in you, For...