

Three Cheers for PoisonJuliet! the songs croon at me with soft male voices-- Romeos without swords. I am tired of those names: foolish lovers done in by simple mistakes.Three Cheers for Poison


InterventionYoure a filthy, wrong-minded, heathen, hell-bound evil-doer and an affront to the sight of God! Um excuse me? Robin had no fucking clue what was going on. He had been sitting on his couch, quietly watching some show about horrific plane crashes, when Desmond burst into the room and started shouting at him.Intervention
Robin. Please. Were reasonable guys, you and I. Friends. How long have we known each other?
Like a year, maybe? Robin turned off the TV and settled all his attention on his little ranting friend. Sighing, he reflected that this woul


The Liar: Chapter FourteenThe Liar Chapter FourteenThe Liar: Chapter Fourteen
The airport was like most airports. Crowded, dirty in the way that most public spaces are, and smelling overwhelmingly of anxiety. It reminded the man walking towards the baggage pickup of an ant farm, in that there were a lot of bodies frantically rushing about. The difference between the two being, of course, that ants knew what they were doing. He kept the smirk off his face.
The mans immaculate leather shoes picked their way across the terminal and then he stood perfectly straight, staring at the baggage going past. Had anyone bothered to look at him, they would have thought


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Shit, man, you really cant dance.
You know what, Gaius? Piss off. Thats what. Marcus sank lower into the couch, taking another long swig from a bottle of beer to fend off his hangover. Hair of the dog that bit you, and all that. He knew it wasnt the best idea, but he was damned if he cared.
No, no. I mean, you really cant dance. Youre so stiff and awkward!
I can dance, Marcus muttered defensively, arms crossed. Im quite fantastic at the waltz, thanks. Ive just never


Crazy Old LadyI will be an old woman with long gray hairCrazy Old Lady
To the small of my back That I will let swing free No blue-rinse perms for me. Maybe I will streak it with lavender At night it will flow like a silver river on my pillow.
I will be an old woman with a teddy bear Or a stuffed armadillo or penguin That I will hold when I sleep And for movies that make me weep Maybe I will name him Macaroni Just because I like the word.
I will be an old woman who wears roller skates With purple wheels and a purple toe stop That I will refuse to take off in the groce
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Create because you must, and for no other reason.
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"This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
What have you been up to kiddo?
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The next best thing to a time machine...
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"This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
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The next best thing to a time machine...
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The next best thing to a time machine...
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
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"This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
I'm not just an alto. I'm also a soprano, tenor AND bass!
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