One canonical version of events
Posted on Thu Aug 02 00:14:00 UTC 2007
Hey you! beautiful. She so sweet it give me toothache. I mean: god! I always fall: way too fast, too far, I hit the ground too hard, I bounce once -- shatter the next time. The world is cold, it's frozen, but I would wrap her up in hugs, warm her in the blanket of my arms, kiss her forehead, real gentle, real easy. I would be as soft as lipstick, a touch, a brush: a smear of me on you.
The world is cold, an icy wind howls through the freezing woods. But, how about? you and me, we might start a bonfire. Outside it is deepest winter, a penny-whistle nightmare; we could light up the night with our fireworks. She is genuine, sincere, a rare quality, at least these days, too young to know better maybe, but maybe I've never known any better either.
Cards on the table. My heart on my sleeve. With a big enough knife I feel like I could cut straight through all the bullshit, exfoliate enough dead skin to reveal the meat of the matter.
I don't care what anybody thinks, I am into her.
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First 227 words, for you Lucy. The rest I will write as the story unfolds.
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Even from this distance my tentacles can still punch through a brick wall.
The world is cold, an icy wind howls through the freezing woods. But, how about? you and me, we might start a bonfire. Outside it is deepest winter, a penny-whistle nightmare; we could light up the night with our fireworks. She is genuine, sincere, a rare quality, at least these days, too young to know better maybe, but maybe I've never known any better either.
Cards on the table. My heart on my sleeve. With a big enough knife I feel like I could cut straight through all the bullshit, exfoliate enough dead skin to reveal the meat of the matter.
I don't care what anybody thinks, I am into her.
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First 227 words, for you Lucy. The rest I will write as the story unfolds.
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Even from this distance my tentacles can still punch through a brick wall.