Apr
16
2014

Axe For Cork Extraction
It’s about the cigarette and the lousy second floor which seems to be in numerous rugs, which Jamie had stolen from before.I knock on his door softly, hearing noises which could lead to birth and I knock harder, knowing that they’re both there.I knock harder, playing with the rugs underneath me, I look at the dark blue one which patterns which could have been a wave and soon enough the older male open the door and he looks if you would illustrate every age he would be under the bad looking 40s. The rugs have monsters and I battle them with my feet for a while and I see the bed and just out of curiosity I glance and then lean back. 
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Axe For Cork Extraction

It’s about the cigarette and the lousy second floor which seems to be in numerous rugs, which Jamie had stolen from before.

I knock on his door softly, hearing noises which could lead to birth and I knock harder, knowing that they’re both there.

I knock harder, playing with the rugs underneath me, I look at the dark blue one which patterns which could have been a wave and soon enough the older male open the door and he looks if you would illustrate every age he would be under the bad looking 40s. 

The rugs have monsters and I battle them with my feet for a while and I see the bed and just out of curiosity I glance and then lean back. 

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Apr
12
2014

thunder with a heavy riff
I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.

I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 
 
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thunder with a heavy riff

I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.


I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 

 

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
12
2014

Axe For Cork Extraction2
“What’s your name?” I guess the word dad slipped through her ability to speak many many years ago and I could picture Alison throwing her up as Meg would close her eyes and I just stared at Meg. I wondered in which house was Alison locked in the end and why I was chosen with Jamie out of all people, maybe it was due to the fact that it would just be more entertaining. I guess dad doesn’t really works and the eye colour can be mismatched if you put the light in her eyes. “Jack.” I just say even if she heard all of Pete’s words and I just see Pete whispering things into Jamie’s ear as he plays with his hair listening and I look at his tight jeans and I just go back and forth threw Meg’s body. I press myself against her. Maybe she did see Alison and I just look back at Pete and he looks back at me, rubbing off the blood off his skin with the blade. I wonder why would even need a blade but he just doesn’t say anything.
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Axe For Cork Extraction2

“What’s your name?” I guess the word dad slipped through her ability to speak many many years ago and I could picture Alison throwing her up as Meg would close her eyes and I just stared at Meg. I wondered in which house was Alison locked in the end and why I was chosen with Jamie out of all people, maybe it was due to the fact that it would just be more entertaining. 

I guess dad doesn’t really works and the eye colour can be mismatched if you put the light in her eyes. 

“Jack.” I just say even if she heard all of Pete’s words and I just see Pete whispering things into Jamie’s ear as he plays with his hair listening and I look at his tight jeans and I just go back and forth threw Meg’s body. I press myself against her. Maybe she did see Alison and I just look back at Pete and he looks back at me, rubbing off the blood off his skin with the blade. I wonder why would even need a blade but he just doesn’t say anything.

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Apr
12
2014

The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever
He looks like an angel.He actually looks like a woman.A broken woman left with a divorce and an inner bruised lip who has intercourse on stage and never orgasms, her partner never managed to, a broken NoLove is so deep in his eyes and his need, will to need and giveIt’s so deep and blood stained that by the edges it starts to disappear and the desperation makes you want to look away from this angel with his body, his true adrogny which no one has and the curls which are too good to be trueand thenhe starts the Blunderbuss songs which the crowd needs and he feeds.
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The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever

He looks like an angel.

He actually looks like a woman.

A broken woman left with a divorce and an inner bruised lip who has intercourse on stage and never orgasms, her partner never managed to, a broken 

No

Love is so deep in his eyes and his need, will to need and give

It’s so deep and blood stained that by the edges it starts to disappear and the desperation makes you want to look away from this angel with his body, his true adrogny which no one has and the curls which are too good to be true

and then

he starts the Blunderbuss songs which the crowd needs and he feeds.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
11
2014

BEFORE THE STRIPES2
I stayed at my parents for a few more nights as I had a hungover. I think I ending getting a bug and I just recall as if like a scene from a movie people would put mashed potatoes in front of me.I remember when I just moved in my flat, mom told me to buy loads of potatoes that they are cheap and that you can do anything with them.I guess we were having a rough time. I try to avoid buying potatoes for my home, before dinner I headed out and I met up with Brian and he lent me a cigarette as I tried to save up my own and I had spend too much money on booze. The point of booze was, you end up screwing too much money on it, true, it drains your memory and the cheaper the faster it will get to your head even with a shot. I’ve seen some even get just one shot, get enough pissed and sting onto someone else and get a second and so on.Or just mix two things too quickly.
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BEFORE THE STRIPES2

I stayed at my parents for a few more nights as I had a hungover. I think I ending getting a bug and I just recall as if like a scene from a movie people would put mashed potatoes in front of me.

I remember when I just moved in my flat, mom told me to buy loads of potatoes that they are cheap and that you can do anything with them.

I guess we were having a rough time. I try to avoid buying potatoes for my home, before dinner I headed out and I met up with Brian and he lent me a cigarette as I tried to save up my own and I had spend too much money on booze. The point of booze was, you end up screwing too much money on it, true, it drains your memory and the cheaper the faster it will get to your head even with a shot. I’ve seen some even get just one shot, get enough pissed and sting onto someone else and get a second and so on.

Or just mix two things too quickly.

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

Apr
11
2014

THUNDER WITH A HEAVY RIFF
I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.

I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 

Grand.

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

THUNDER WITH A HEAVY RIFF

I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.


I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 

Grand.

Apr
11
2014

Axe For Cork Extraction
It’s about the cigarette and the lousy second floor which seems to be in numerous rugs, which Jamie had stolen from before.I knock on his door softly, hearing noises which could lead to birth and I knock harder, knowing that they’re both there.I knock harder, playing with the rugs underneath me, I look at the dark blue one which patterns which could have been a wave and soon enough the older male open the door and he looks if you would illustrate every age he would be under the bad looking 40s. The rugs have monsters and I battle them with my feet for a while and I see the bed and just out of curiosity I glance and then lean back. 
READ MORE JACK WHITE/MEG WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Axe For Cork Extraction

It’s about the cigarette and the lousy second floor which seems to be in numerous rugs, which Jamie had stolen from before.

I knock on his door softly, hearing noises which could lead to birth and I knock harder, knowing that they’re both there.

I knock harder, playing with the rugs underneath me, I look at the dark blue one which patterns which could have been a wave and soon enough the older male open the door and he looks if you would illustrate every age he would be under the bad looking 40s. 

The rugs have monsters and I battle them with my feet for a while and I see the bed and just out of curiosity I glance and then lean back. 

READ MORE JACK WHITE/MEG WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
11
2014

The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever
I send the angel to hell to burn with meI take my pack of cigarettesand stuff it in his mouthonce hell choses youyou can’t do anythingand the angel is just as pale and looks like a woman and does cut like a buffaloJack White with no camera lenses and when he’s in front of you is the most beautiful thing on earth and when you yell that you love him and you would marry him, you mean it
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The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever

I send the angel to hell to burn with me

I take my pack of cigarettes

and stuff it in his mouth

once hell choses you

you can’t do anything

and the angel is just as pale and looks like a woman and does cut like a buffalo

Jack White with no camera lenses and when he’s in front of you is the most beautiful thing on earth and when you yell that you love him and you would marry him, you mean it

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
11
2014

THUNDER WITH A HEAVY RIFF
I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.

I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 

Grand.

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

THUNDER WITH A HEAVY RIFF

I get bored from arriving too early, so like every human being I try not to waste my money on playing Candy Crush, coming an hour early sounds like a bad idea, when you’re waiting and there is no one to open the door.


I’ve chewed all my chewing gum already and all I’m left is trying to clear off all the jelly, before the battery dies and I’m left alone, hoping that I don’t look ridiculous without a phone in my hands, after all, I should charge my phone more often rather than recall it and see a few days later that no one reached me and that’s why people kept visiting me with boxes of beer. Maybe they had thought I was dead and that would explain things. 

And then I see a tall man exit in a blue hat with a black feather, sticking out. He seems to stretch out to check if there’s any rain and I just keep staring at him and he makes me want to check if it is raining myself. I copy his move, not knowing why and he notices me. 

Grand.

Apr
11
2014

THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT JACK WHITE 4
I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children.

I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected.
READ MORE JACK/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT JACK WHITE 4

I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children.


I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected.

READ MORE JACK/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

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