Jan
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. 

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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.

Jan
12
2014

Flower Dress
I’m scared of touching her when I want to go right between her legs and fuck her hard with my fingers, since, I don’t have a purple goody bag on my shoulder. I just sit beside her and I can’t do anything, I spend more money on rum and coke and I can’t just bring myself to as low as just buying a shot of vodka for a quid and dragging it. So I just sit there. It wasn’t her boyfriend or maybe she just left herself here, but surely not for me. “Hey.” She said to me, her dress a bit drenched in sweat and I guess she might’ve been dancing but I wasn’t paying attention as everything was too blurry, it was just following all the blur dancing and whistling from a distance, while observing other drunk men and I’d just see who left and those who remained in a handful.
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Flower Dress

I’m scared of touching her when I want to go right between her legs and fuck her hard with my fingers, since, I don’t have a purple goody bag on my shoulder. I just sit beside her and I can’t do anything, I spend more money on rum and coke and I can’t just bring myself to as low as just buying a shot of vodka for a quid and dragging it. So I just sit there.

It wasn’t her boyfriend or maybe she just left herself here, but surely not for me.

“Hey.” She said to me, her dress a bit drenched in sweat and I guess she might’ve been dancing but I wasn’t paying attention as everything was too blurry, it was just following all the blur dancing and whistling from a distance, while observing other drunk men and I’d just see who left and those who remained in a handful.

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Jan
8
2014

Humming Television Set

It’s back to two in the room with a record in the middle and a few strums hanging in the air as if they would be the ones who cut the throats and this decision. 

It’s too tense and the tension to grab the CD and just hurl it and break my glasses in two and just show them in front of Daniel as I strums a bit more, hitting on one note all the time and for a second what if we’ll just get one note the two of us or should you find someone else to complete.

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Humming Television Set

It’s back to two in the room with a record in the middle and a few strums hanging in the air as if they would be the ones who cut the throats and this decision.

It’s too tense and the tension to grab the CD and just hurl it and break my glasses in two and just show them in front of Daniel as I strums a bit more, hitting on one note all the time and for a second what if we’ll just get one note the two of us or should you find someone else to complete.

READ MORE PAUL BANKS/DANIEL KESSLER FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com/2012/03/humming-television-set.html

Sep
22
2013

I try opening the nail varnish bottle with my teeth already as Alex sits on one of the boxes which build up a shrine and the television is on with numerous ads telling us what to buy and how to look at what to watch.He puts his hand on the back of my head and as soon as my teeth fail to open the bottle his lips meet mine and we stop briefly.The bottle falls on the carpet and makes a noise and I just grab Alex further onto me.
 
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I try opening the nail varnish bottle with my teeth already as Alex sits on one of the boxes which build up a shrine and the television is on with numerous ads telling us what to buy and how to look at what to watch.

He puts his hand on the back of my head and as soon as my teeth fail to open the bottle his lips meet mine and we stop briefly.

The bottle falls on the carpet and makes a noise and I just grab Alex further onto me.

 

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Sep
8
2013

WORKING MICA

“Scream Margaret.” She asks her eyes blue as she tears my underwear and kisses me softly, spreading my legs and groping my body, undoing her pants and a strap on being on her she slides in, the odd purple colour on her and she turns on the vibration, moaning, sweat forming on the woman who asked me to call her Margaret and she fucks me hard, I keep moaning, watching the crowd glitter upon the floor as it changes to black and white stripes and eventually I and Margaret come and I scream the name a few times before she removes the strap on and presses her clit against my own, taking all of her clothes and cutting my corset open with her fingers as I observe the rings on her fingers gasping louder as her tongue goes in me.

I observe her rather large breasts which I didn’t notice from the tight clothing and I pull her head with my legs, stroking her hair and smashing myself against her mouth until she sits up, licks her lips and fingers me again before positioning herself against me, scissoring and she screams, sweat becoming water as she cannot hold herself, maybe it’s her first time with a woman I think as I watch her come and I come after her, pulling her by the arm and she falls on me, kissing my neck’s skin all over and stopping to lie there for an hour, I don’t ask anything, I just timidly stroke her hair as I watch the purple dildo vibrate. 

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WORKING MICA

“Scream Margaret.” She asks her eyes blue as she tears my underwear and kisses me softly, spreading my legs and groping my body, undoing her pants and a strap on being on her she slides in, the odd purple colour on her and she turns on the vibration, moaning, sweat forming on the woman who asked me to call her Margaret and she fucks me hard, I keep moaning, watching the crowd glitter upon the floor as it changes to black and white stripes and eventually I and Margaret come and I scream the name a few times before she removes the strap on and presses her clit against my own, taking all of her clothes and cutting my corset open with her fingers as I observe the rings on her fingers gasping louder as her tongue goes in me.

I observe her rather large breasts which I didn’t notice from the tight clothing and I pull her head with my legs, stroking her hair and smashing myself against her mouth until she sits up, licks her lips and fingers me again before positioning herself against me, scissoring and she screams, sweat becoming water as she cannot hold herself, maybe it’s her first time with a woman I think as I watch her come and I come after her, pulling her by the arm and she falls on me, kissing my neck’s skin all over and stopping to lie there for an hour, I don’t ask anything, I just timidly stroke her hair as I watch the purple dildo vibrate.

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Sep
4
2013

Poison the Rose
“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream.
 
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Poison the Rose

“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.

A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream.

 

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Aug
27
2013

STALE SMOKE IN A RUNNING CIRCLE

The arm is slowly going on my neck and being trailed, well, the fingers are, slowly trailing up and down as the rear window is too cold and air is now the smell of stale beer. I just look sideways to see nothing besides my hair trailing everything on my skin, maybe making a suicide attempt, not enough alcohol was bought with the low amount of money and need to at least buy a night bus ticket. 

I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.

I sit.

I wait for another night bus, lighting a cigarette and breathing out the smoke, wondering when would the bus arrive and the smoke of beer is still stale and you cuddle yourself feeling the medicine of the night, the chill going in as a teenager walks and sits besides me.

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STALE SMOKE IN A RUNNING CIRCLE

The arm is slowly going on my neck and being trailed, well, the fingers are, slowly trailing up and down as the rear window is too cold and air is now the smell of stale beer. I just look sideways to see nothing besides my hair trailing everything on my skin, maybe making a suicide attempt, not enough alcohol was bought with the low amount of money and need to at least buy a night bus ticket.

I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.

I sit.

I wait for another night bus, lighting a cigarette and breathing out the smoke, wondering when would the bus arrive and the smoke of beer is still stale and you cuddle yourself feeling the medicine of the night, the chill going in as a teenager walks and sits besides me.

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Aug
8
2013

Hollow
And Meg shoots herself in the head.
When she’s dead she tells me that she didn’t want to get caught.I was walking behind her, actually becoming friends with her for once for standing up for gay people, even if Jack looks like he couldn’t care less at all, when she was talking to me in the canteen Jack just kept eating his soup, he said it wasn’t bad and apparently he seemed to eat a lot of soup and Meg had started to learn to do three more different types, so that when they move out she can feed him.So I was walking behind them and then Meg turned around and told me.
 
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Hollow

And Meg shoots herself in the head.

When she’s dead she tells me that she didn’t want to get caught.

I was walking behind her, actually becoming friends with her for once for standing up for gay people, even if Jack looks like he couldn’t care less at all, when she was talking to me in the canteen Jack just kept eating his soup, he said it wasn’t bad and apparently he seemed to eat a lot of soup and Meg had started to learn to do three more different types, so that when they move out she can feed him.

So I was walking behind them and then Meg turned around and told me.

 

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Jul
31
2013

Scattered roses
Everyone has past loves in their long lives, ones which you want to throw stones at when you’re in a pub, but you still tip your hat to as you walk past.And I’m smoking a cigarette, also in a hat, looking at Kate walking with Hince, eating some kind of pastry and I tip my hat, walking past, not knowing if my mind is playing tricks, just like I thought drugs were on Galliano when he called Kate the last of the English roses. Of course I found it hilarious and I had seen the wedding with a different ring, not matching the one I carry in that gray suit. Love fades, like jeans, you just wear it more, it changes, you love it.
 
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Scattered roses

Everyone has past loves in their long lives, ones which you want to throw stones at when you’re in a pub, but you still tip your hat to as you walk past.

And I’m smoking a cigarette, also in a hat, looking at Kate walking with Hince, eating some kind of pastry and I tip my hat, walking past, not knowing if my mind is playing tricks, just like I thought drugs were on Galliano when he called Kate the last of the English roses. Of course I found it hilarious and I had seen the wedding with a different ring, not matching the one I carry in that gray suit. 

Love fades, like jeans, you just wear it more, it changes, you love it.

 

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Jun
29
2013

Paper Guns 2
“What the fuck did Tegan and Sara do for us?” Jansen mutters with a cigarette muffling her voice as she blows out the smoke, watching it dissolve in her eyes as he hastily gets another drag. “It’s just like Zooey Deschanel, puts you off, like fucking brazilians muttering love yous in porn and you fucking think they’re saying that if the fucker doesn’t fuck them right they’ll shoot their fanny off.” I just take my own cigarette. She seems too anxious about the date or maybe because I’m meeting Pixie for the first time and We both do smoke rings and Jansen raises her eyebrow at me as they clash.

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Paper Guns 2

“What the fuck did Tegan and Sara do for us?” Jansen mutters with a cigarette muffling her voice as she blows out the smoke, watching it dissolve in her eyes as he hastily gets another drag. “It’s just like Zooey Deschanel, puts you off, like fucking brazilians muttering love yous in porn and you fucking think they’re saying that if the fucker doesn’t fuck them right they’ll shoot their fanny off.”

I just take my own cigarette.

She seems too anxious about the date or maybe because I’m meeting Pixie for the first time and

We both do smoke rings and Jansen raises her eyebrow at me as they clash.

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