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What does this button do? I like pushing buttons. What does this button do? I like pushing buttons. I know my calculus. I know my calculus. I'm too sexy for my shirt.. I'm too sexy for my shirt.. Sweet Transvestites from Transexual, Transylvania are love. Sweet Transvestites from Transexual, Transylvania are love. Peace is Love. Love is Peace. Peace is Love. Love is Peace. Moby is love. Moby is love. Spam is morally...

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My bones felt cold inside my flesh. The maestro's lips cracked open and I saw his teeth. I was not surprised that they were bone white and came to points. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded. The maestro stretched out his arm. It seemed much longer than it should have been, and his spindly fingers only made it seem longer. I recoiled from his reach, but when I looked at his outstretched hand I saw that he held nothing but a silver ring. It was a cheap piece of crap. I knew it was cheap. I had bought...

Part One : "This Same Little Italian Maestro" Part Two : "The Doors" My hand turned upon the knob, and the door swung open away from me. I did not know what lay on the other side; my eyes were caught on the pale man as if stuck to fly paper. I could not tear them away from him. The ring was gone from his hand somehow, and his bloodless lips curved into a smile now that the door was open. It was such a maddeningly familiar grin; I knew that smile from somewhere. "Are you not going to look?"...

This is what I posted two entries ago, revised. He followed me for days. I would see him from the corner of my eye, or catch a glimpse through a brief parting in the crowd. If I looked from a window, he would be at the cafe across the street. When I crossed that street, he would pass by in a taxi. He was the ghost of my stalker. Tall and pale, with long, dextrous fingers. No hair rested atop his paste-white head. His eyes dark, and surrounded by circles even darker. His lips bloodless. With...

Part One : "This Same Little Italian Maestro" Part Two : "The Doors" Part Three : "Through the Door" I was in the desert. Behind me, the door had vanished. There was no evidence that I had been standing anywhere else a moment ago. The deadland was everywhere. No living thing was in sight except for the lone figure I had seen through the doorway. The desert woman. I walked out to meet her. It was her, of course. I think I knew it even before we were close enough that I could see her. Earlier...

More banners/ colorbars. (This is a work in progress... it's gonna be a series!) Lovecraft is my love. Cthulhu is love. Tentacles are love. For the love of Azathoth. I support Non-Euclidean Love. Tentacle monsters are love. I dig her batrachian lips. [insert your caption here!] Code the First: Lovecraft is my love. Code the Second: Cthulhu is love. Code...

Bob says: Slack is love. Bob says: Slack is love. Paste the above code into your journal to show your support for Slack! And leave a comment to let me know. Hail Bob. Hail Eris. Hail Yes.

Category: Linkin Park Genre: Angst/AU Title: Blood of the Dragon Chapter: 16. Silence Summary: He has committed only one crime; he fell in love with another man. Now all he wants is his freedom, but all he has is chains... ~ Previously ~ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 Author's Note: Well wow, whadaya know, whadaya say, it's Sunday and my ass has hauled another chapter of this behemoth onto my writing journal. And believe...

Today I spent the afternoon hating answering machines with my friend drash.. We went to crystal palace park and amused ourselves by eating other people's sandwiches . As we saw bits of dead bodies we experienced momentary perfection . I returned home to sort out my ridiculous pink accessories and wondered where i end&you begin . Afterwards I had to go to the supermarket to get some french vanilla jelly beans.. But I saw brett from the deli.. He's a DREAM BOAT. I lingered with him a while, wrapped...