there I go again, pretending to be you

[devilsball]

Narrow paths my passions tread: Laughter rings there, sorrow cries; Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes, Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,   My sins like yellow mongrels slink; Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain

Comments

[oopsdeadclan]

That you were reading poetry.

[devilsball]

I love it when you use your powers of observation.

[oopsdeadclan]

I'm insightful, I know.

[devilsball]

Approve?

You should come over later. Help me punish Matt.

[oopsdeadclan]

More than.

Well there's some incentive. Sure.

[devilsball]

Thought you might.

I might have to show you my gratitude afterwards.

[oopsdeadclan]

You should tell me what you think it means later.

Even more incentive. What if I want payment in advance?

[devilsball]

Oh I will. I've got an interesting way to tell you, too.

Hmm, I'll have to think about it~

[oopsdeadclan]

And I always appreciate your creativity.

You might not get a choice.

[devilsball]

That's wonderful to hear.

Oh by all means, take.

[oopsdeadclan]

Something I'll show my gratitude for.

I'll have to think about it.

[devilsball]

You should be here.

Now.

[oopsdeadclan]

I'm leaving now.

[devilsball]

Good.

Private

[oopsdeadclan]

You look so peaceful when you're sleeping. It only makes the urge to tickle the foot hanging over the edge worse.

Re: Private

[oopsdeadclan]

Where are my clothes?