Sometimes, people tell me random things and then stories happen. Like that time a friend told me to write a Doctor Who stapler monster. Stuff like that
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thought i'd wander over to play for a bitrallalonOctober 3 2011, 20:41:42 UTC
"That way," he says, having taken her hand. He takes and takes and he never does give back. "Northwest, that's us."
"Thought you said we were going to the end of the world. Again," she teases. "Not that I don't love a good walk through the park."
"The world can end anywhere," he tells her. It is, as it always is, so strange that she needs reminding.
When grass gives way to soil, when soil gives way to dirt, and dirt to rock, and rock to air, they stop.
She breathes out words, or a word, or simple sounds. He loses them beneath the roar of the landfall, the cracking of a planet as it falls into itself. Continents break apart beneath their own weight, tearing mountainsides, spilling oceans. The atmosphere is alive with dust, but the dust is alive with nothing at all.
"What did you say?" he asks, bending the stiff line of his neck into a wavering curve.
"I said," she confesses into his ear with lips and the moist air of living, "I'm never going to get tired of this. Never."
They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that."
Re: thought i'd wander over to play for a bitmylittlepwnyOctober 4 2011, 00:09:35 UTC
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They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that.
It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things and gushing over them, and it always makes me feel as if I'm ignoring every other brilliant part but really it's just that from the first word you start off at GREAT, where regular people end at, and by the last you're floating somewhere above MARVELOUS, so really it's a simple progression that draws me to picking those lines out above others.
BUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU KNEW MY REASONING BEHIND IT. Since I think about these things and the selection of the bits I pull out to throw back at you with slobber all over them is a super important facet of my comment leaving life.
Re: thought i'd wander over to play for a bitrallalonOctober 4 2011, 02:10:30 UTC
It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things....
I love how you explain the reasoning and then immediately go do the exact same thing to Evidently Deviltown. I admit it, I laughed. Your enthusiasm => my joy. (Also, it lets me know that I'm getting better at endings.)
almost completely unrelatedrallalonOctober 4 2011, 02:14:07 UTC
I just checked the times and while you were reading/commenting, I was with a lit group on campus reading sex poetry in a basement with two dozen plus people. I feel like this is something you would want to know.
"Thought you said we were going to the end of the world. Again," she teases. "Not that I don't love a good walk through the park."
"The world can end anywhere," he tells her. It is, as it always is, so strange that she needs reminding.
When grass gives way to soil, when soil gives way to dirt, and dirt to rock, and rock to air, they stop.
She breathes out words, or a word, or simple sounds. He loses them beneath the roar of the landfall, the cracking of a planet as it falls into itself. Continents break apart beneath their own weight, tearing mountainsides, spilling oceans. The atmosphere is alive with dust, but the dust is alive with nothing at all.
"What did you say?" he asks, bending the stiff line of his neck into a wavering curve.
"I said," she confesses into his ear with lips and the moist air of living, "I'm never going to get tired of this. Never."
They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that."
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They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that.
It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things and gushing over them, and it always makes me feel as if I'm ignoring every other brilliant part but really it's just that from the first word you start off at GREAT, where regular people end at, and by the last you're floating somewhere above MARVELOUS, so really it's a simple progression that draws me to picking those lines out above others.
BUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU KNEW MY REASONING BEHIND IT. Since I think about these things and the selection of the bits I pull out to throw back at you with slobber all over them is a super important facet of my comment leaving life.
Anyway this lights up my life.
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I love how you explain the reasoning and then immediately go do the exact same thing to Evidently Deviltown. I admit it, I laughed. Your enthusiasm => my joy. (Also, it lets me know that I'm getting better at endings.)
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But seriously folks, I told you! IT'S A PROBLEM.
(You are the best at endings. I know because I never want them to come.)
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You felt right.
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