dirtyfilthy
In the grim future of 2008, there is only war.

Different girls (oh dear god don't kill me)

Posted by dirtyfilthy on March 05, 2008 at 05:20 PM

Here, in the red, you got a bad reputation. Looks as if you done given up your ghost quite some time ago. A tooth for the truth: there's a tiny tear in her pocket and all her hope spilled out. Like a game of poker; for it to be any real fun at all you gotta play for real money. There has to be some risk involved to make it in anyway interesting. I bet the world, you raise five minutes of my time.

You used to be beautiful. It was always your spirit I loved, you seemed to me to be a knock-out punch from a broken arm, something really truly heartfelt.

And now, I guess, old bicycles are the only things that grow beside your railway.

Ah, who am I kidding, you're still beautiful, and underneath those bleak grey rocks lies, I reckon, kindling just waiting to be kindled; softly, gently, blown, licked into flame. Look, seriously, it won't be like the last time. I swear to god I'll get it up this round, I promise. You still send me: reeling: back into the ropes, even after everything that stacked between us. Come, take my hand, we could, perhaps, burn up in the sunset together, two outlaws crossing cards in the desert. .

But, like I've said, there is nothing more wonderful or wondrous than watching two people fall in love. It truly is a sweet leaf floating on a toxic river of misery. But, you know.. forget love... damn girl! you are as cute as sin, and twice as tempting. You make all my resolutions float away like essays in the wind, you are a gentle breeze like the easy lies like the whispers we whispered together in bed, but DAMN girl if you ain't something special, a truly spicy taste. something rare and unusual; mysterious, exotic, blood-won spice, you oriental flavoursome, a delectable delicacy, worth, at last! the licking of lips.

She: (another), she is smart, as in intelligent. She smart, as in marble. Smart as in hot. Smart as in lava flow. Smart, as a volcanic eruption. Yeah, she boilin'. The quality of knowing shit I don't know, that I have always found very attractive in a woman. And gorgeous, like a magnifying glass. Yeah, so she easy on the eye, so give me a break here. What this, the Spanish inquisition? She as indescribable as a good time. She, perhaps, the hottest of all, so I dun say too much else I embarrass myself. She a hit to the head with a smart rock.

So I shut the fuck up.

The names are the same, only the important facts have been changed.