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My knowledge of Yorrick is sketchy at best...
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| Sisters ball part 2. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|11:00 pm] |
Part six.
an old hound in his kennel.
"Now Dixie was a rare kind; Old and loyal.Best friend you could ask for and the best place to start asking questions."
Part seven.
Protagonist is hugging the old hound.
"You look tired...Play much?'I asked. 'I play a little,what's the game?'
'Ball...' 'dangerous game kiddo, may want to talk to daisy.'
Part eight.
Protagonist walking towards a barn a cow can be seen in the distance.
"Daisy had it sweet,good food, warm home,easy life.But something always struck me as sour about her,nobody had it that easy...But what was she in on?"
Part nine.
Protagonist leaning on a fence a cow standing on the other side.
"I hear you're a mover.What's shaking?" I lean against the fence as my question sinks in.
'It isn't like that,'she protests to me' this is family business.I don't get involved,i just supply the milk.' 'This is my sisters big day,you can't upset the family on the big day now can you?' i ask.'Look talk to the new bird. Ms goose,i hear she's up the big tree down the back.'
Part ten.
Protagonist is looking up at the branches of a tree.
"I had heard about this new bird,she was wild,she was trouble.Trouble with with unruffled feathers and a perchance for the highlife...It was time to change that."
So concludes part two of the rough outline of my noir childrens tale.
Stay tuned for more when next i choose to add to it. |
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| Sisters ball. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Part one.
The protagonist wakes up.
"It was the big day,and i had big plans..."
Part two
Protagonist looking into a wardrobe.
"Big plans gone awry,the big red ball, a gift for my sister,gone!"
Part three
Protagonist at a breakfast table, parents in background.
"She didn't know,but why would she? The surprise she didn't know about became one she would never have a chance to know..."
Part four
Still at the table,focus on the sister.
"She was the innocent type,blissfully unaware that that her day and her innocence were about to be shattered like mums vase after we let dixie play in the house."
Part five
Protagonist at the door looking back into the house dark clouds outside.
"'There's a storm out',mum said.I agreed and it was time for some dirt to be cleaned away.
I was likely to get dirty and that would upset the kinds of people you don't want to upset...But i had no other choice." |
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| It's where the love is. |
[Jun. 24th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
I have new stab wounds.
They are fairly freaking awesome.
Eventually the itching will subside...Seriously fucking itchy. |
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| The irony of the "Untitled" title. |
[Apr. 8th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | That'll be the day-Streetlight manifesto. | ] |
A poem of love(part two.)
Two,three,eight,four,six.
Two,six,four,three,three,eight,three.
Two,seven,nine,five!
Of arseholes and tophats.
A secret is held,
"Now boarding." The PA calls.
Will you marry me?
Sharing the love.
Sickness starts to spread,
loved one to loved one it goes.
Need vitamin c!
Filler material.
Now the fourth poem.
A duck walks into a bar...
Yeah,i got nothing.
Untitled
A knife in the back,
But you will not feel the pain.
I hate pve.
-1 str/+1 cha
What if chicks were geeks?
Pwning it up with leet skills,
Epic win indeed.
The way it is.
Why five/seven/five?
It's tradition i believe.
Now shut the fuck up. |
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| "D" is for lots of things. |
[Apr. 8th, 2008|10:32 pm] |
Distractions.
Written for a girl
and so my attention wanes.
Unfinished poem...
Poems about a cat.
There was only one,
happened to be about dogs.
You have been misled.
Trash from S.C
The rum was flowing,
Where is the "O" in country?
"We took it." he says.
Dreaming.
"I'm dreaming of you!"
She cries out in joyous tones.
The joy becomes real.
Hiatus.
Why have you stopped this?
Why indeed? Faff,faff,faff,faff!
To be continued... |
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| Tales of growth and change. |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|01:56 am] |
This story is the tale of the life of a bottle,told from the perspective of those the bottle impacts upon.
Yes it is a bottle of alcohol but as the bottle ages and changes so do those whom it affect.
I believe one day this tale will be told. |
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| Sif title stuff. |
[Jan. 10th, 2008|12:44 am] |
Haiku about cheese,
for a beautiful woman,
to her i give bree. |
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| Science and cake. |
[Jan. 4th, 2008|08:46 am] |
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| | Still alive-unknown. | ] |
This was a triumph
I'm making a note here
HUGE SUCCESS
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction
Aperture Science
we do what we must because we can
for the good of all of us except for the ones who are dead
but there's no sense crying over every mistake
you just keep on trying until you run out of cake
and the science gets done and you make a neat gun
for the people who are still alive
I'm not even angry
I'm being so sincere right now
even though you broke my heart and killed me
and torn into pieces
and threw every piece into a fire
as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a wonderful line
and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time
so I'm glad I got burned
Think of all the things we learned for the people that are still alive
go ahead and leave me
I think I prefer to stay inside
maybe you'll find someone else to help you
maybe black mesa
that was a joke, haha, fat chance
anyway this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist
look at me still talking, when there's science to do
when I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you
I've experiments to run, there is research to be done
on the people who are still alive
and believe me I am still alive
I'm doing science and I'm still alive
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive
While you are dying I'll be still alive
and when you're dead I'll be still alive
STILL ALIVE, still alive
So much love for this song. |
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