(...I don't know. I don't know where this is coming from, it's not fully formed in my head so I don't know where it's going either. I don't know why I'm writing it when it hardly even matters. As he really has no active verses right now, this is set in the only one that can almost be considered active. No plot, no purpose, no reason to read it. ( Read more... )

{Oh look. That thing where I get bored beyond creation and depressed and decide to torture Larry. This will probably be sad as fuck, so you've been warned and I'm not apologizing. I don't care where this fits verse-wise, and there are probably fact-holes, but whatever. The "her" in this is open and not binding to anyone.}

"You only think of the ( Read more... )

(Setup for a new verse, it's just background so no literary magic. Based off the no-verse things I was playing around with for him. The verse is set apart from those things, but...has the same concept? If that makes sense. In essence, a very broken Larry. Sam lives with his mother who is still alive in Detroit.)

"Misfortunes one can endure - they ( Read more... )

My 17 year old son never came home last night, and after hardly being around today he went out again and has yet to come home. But I can't ground him.

Maybe I should just let him do what he wants for the summer, then send him home.

<[Hate my muses so what to do? Try a new voice. Yeah I'm an idiot. Whatever. I'm tired of Larry and his...Larry-ness. So, trying out darker!Larry voice. Not a verse really. No verse crossing. You don't know him. And there's a good chance tags will fail as....I fail with tags now.]

You'd think he was getting a jail sentence, not being shipped off ( Read more... )

My son has seemingly forgotten how to return phone calls, texts, and email during the past few weeks, and if not for his girlfriend emailing me jokes regularly, I'd worry something were terribly wrong.