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maybe they'd all understand.
[Timed to several hours after this.]I am not an "early riser." I merely wake up whenever I do. Sleep whenever I need to. So I am awake now, in the still darkness of a winter morning. I am wrapped only in my robe and the window is wide open to the cold. The stinging chill helps me think ( Read more... ) -
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Frenchie has returned. One by one, they come back. I told you so.
And so she brings with her the element of danger -- the good kind of danger -- that has been sorely missing since she's been away. The thrill of playing with matches and gasoline, of juggling with knives, of petting a hungry jaguar. Many people get off on that sort of thing ( Read more... ) -
...Was I supposed to care?
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Herman, who was a quiet, sensitive, beautiful creature. He wanted me to fuck him. And I wanted to fuck him as well, naturally. But I knew his kind, the kind whose crushes and infatuations tend to warp their perception of what the difference is between mere affectionate attention, and love. He was pretty when ( Read more... ) -
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It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, ( Read more... ) -
Oh, bother.
It's cold again ( Read more... ) -
backtracking
[OOC: A result of this performance.]
And how was I supposed to know that the little blackbird would flutter off into the night with that red queen with nary a toodle-loo, darling and a wave of green-tipped fingers? ...Mm. Perhaps I'm dwelling on Sally a tad bit here ( Read more... ) -
if you could see her through my eyes...
[Continued from here.]
She is an exquisite thing.
I do so adore exquisite things. In all their...exquisiteness!
Should I play it coy? Should I play it seductive? Should I play it aggressive? Should I play it aloof? Hrm. ...What nonsense I spout. I am all of those things to begin with, and more. Ha ( Read more... ) -
I don't care much -- go or stay. ...No, really.
"Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies...and Gentlemen... That is the end of our show!"
*one of the Kit Kat Girls lifts her skirt to reveal her bottom as she prances off the stage*
"And what a nice little end, n'est pas? I hope you have all enjoyed yourself a little too much for your own good. Please pay your respects at the bar ( Read more... ) -
Sex.
Noises at night, noises in the afternoon.
It's nice to know that everyone else is having a swell time, as the Americans say.
And speaking of Americans...
While it hardly surpised me that the Yankee tomcat, the drummer girl, and the Spanish whore were those responsible for the chorus of orgasmic outbursts coming from one room, it was a whole ( Read more... )