Feel free to call the men with the white coats in.
It’s late. I can’t sleep. It is also andariell‘s birthday and somehow my insomnia decided that rather than write her a story I should be creative. This seems like a good idea now, but it probably won‘t be in the morning. Nevertheless, for your birthday amusement, I present The Gashlycrumb Tinies Bastardized.
A is for Andy, adorable and smart
B is for Bouquet, her story about being a Luthor, a dying art.
C is for Clark and also for The Cat. It could be for ‘cock’. Yes, I think we’ll make it about that.
D is for Deaq, because Fastlane isn’t dead.
E is for something I can’t think of instead.
F is for Fastlane, R.I.P. our hoyay show.
G is for that green, lovely meteor glow.
H is for hot, which is how we like our men.
I is for incredibly kind, because that’s what you are so often.
J is for yet another thing not coming to me at this time.
K is for the Kents so bucolic and farmy.
L is for Lex (duh), because we are his minion army.
M is for the madness which Lex doth inspire.
N is for nudity, in which, thankfully, your stories are mired.
O is for Omar, who understands the OTP love.
P is for pimping, because that’s what we do much of.
Q is for quickly going insane, which is obviously me without a clue.
R is for Ryan, because I think he’s a huge woobie.
S is for Seth, because you know he’s a woobie, too. (I’m a big groupie.)
T is for the time you spend sharing all your great art.
U is for you, even though you‘re not a tart.
V is for Van. Remember to spork all the FOX execs because they’re jacking our shit.
W is for something else, but I can’t think of it.
X is for that X-ray vision we should abuse much more.
Y is a stupid question, because you know, gratuitous whore.
Z is for me, because that’s who I am.
And this is for you, because I do what I can.
Again, I should note that this seems perversely and dysfunctionally cute at 12:30 in the morning. I may have a different view at 9:00 though.
A is for Andy, adorable and smart
B is for Bouquet, her story about being a Luthor, a dying art.
C is for Clark and also for The Cat. It could be for ‘cock’. Yes, I think we’ll make it about that.
D is for Deaq, because Fastlane isn’t dead.
E is for something I can’t think of instead.
F is for Fastlane, R.I.P. our hoyay show.
G is for that green, lovely meteor glow.
H is for hot, which is how we like our men.
I is for incredibly kind, because that’s what you are so often.
J is for yet another thing not coming to me at this time.
K is for the Kents so bucolic and farmy.
L is for Lex (duh), because we are his minion army.
M is for the madness which Lex doth inspire.
N is for nudity, in which, thankfully, your stories are mired.
O is for Omar, who understands the OTP love.
P is for pimping, because that’s what we do much of.
Q is for quickly going insane, which is obviously me without a clue.
R is for Ryan, because I think he’s a huge woobie.
S is for Seth, because you know he’s a woobie, too. (I’m a big groupie.)
T is for the time you spend sharing all your great art.
U is for you, even though you‘re not a tart.
V is for Van. Remember to spork all the FOX execs because they’re jacking our shit.
W is for something else, but I can’t think of it.
X is for that X-ray vision we should abuse much more.
Y is a stupid question, because you know, gratuitous whore.
Z is for me, because that’s who I am.
And this is for you, because I do what I can.
Again, I should note that this seems perversely and dysfunctionally cute at 12:30 in the morning. I may have a different view at 9:00 though.