Twenty One

Feb 28, 2008 02:50

The other night, I had a dream that I was home, beside the fireplace with the rich and famous Mr. Screwjack. He was snoring heavily as he lay on my lap while I finished up an article and lit a new cigarette. I woke up only to find myself still in this rotting stink of a city. This wasteland; this hellhole. This filthy pit of scum ( Read more... )

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avengement February 28 2008, 08:27:15 UTC
This is not the worst.

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 08:32:33 UTC
Maybe not where you come from, sweetheart.

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avengement February 28 2008, 08:33:43 UTC
And where you come from?

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 08:37:08 UTC
Maybe this is the worst, compared to where I came from.

Maybe not quite, but the curses don't help.

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suitcaseofnails February 28 2008, 08:42:28 UTC
Low on supplies, darling? You need to just call me for anything, dear.

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 08:48:07 UTC
Mm? It's surprising I can type at all with this booze in my system...Wonderful...if I just take my time...

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suitcaseofnails February 28 2008, 08:59:53 UTC
You type rather well. If it was me, I'd be stumbling over my own fingers.

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 09:04:09 UTC
I type for a living.

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viridiantwinkle February 28 2008, 09:02:37 UTC
hOme iS wHeRE tHe hEaRt iS. oR sOmeThiNg.

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 09:04:38 UTC
Spoken like a true genius.

How are you, love?

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viridiantwinkle February 28 2008, 09:08:47 UTC
inSpIrED! wOuLd yOu Like SoMe cHoCoLate cUpCakes? hObO saId i sHoULd try nOrmAL fLavOrs.

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offthepigs February 28 2008, 09:15:44 UTC
Chocolate, hm? Did you make them yourself?

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