My parents are totally on my arse about message boards. but at least I can entertain you folks once in a while. oh, and I'm going to use :aj: this sign because I miss it oh so dearly.
look! NO ANGST!
*looks proud*
TAKEN:
"You've just got to take it and go,” said
the hipster indie chick with glitter
eyes and shining hair and the purple heart cling dress
To the sepia wide-eyed saxophone player
of the fallen angel club rave band.
Go Where, he thinks, to where
Swanky sparkle sister girls
Whisper the secrets known by all
by the side of the starlight, party night,
palm trees, bee's knees, keep cool, swimmin' pool
where he drowns in himself (but only because
he forgot he was supposed to swim)
getting a stony glimpse of ashen grave
in world of gray and rustic dust
but she says “chill out, man, wait a sec" and
he stops. "Go on, take it. It won't bite," she
said with a kitty-kat smile, and a dimple, a wink,
a child sings, faerie's wings, don't forget, pirouette,
and it is there for the taking. Take a life,
take a limb, take the trouble, take a seat,
take a stand, take the cake, take care, capture, seize,
confiscate, arrogate, appropriate, liberate,
preempt, sequester, he takes a risk or does he.
The glassy-smooth, spirit-soothe, very fine, cherry wine
is placed in capable hands to sunder
like thunder as man takes a small step in a wild
flower meadow and secret garden lotus petals feather drift
downward like the heavenly descending chord rifts
of the fallen angel club rave band.
A few wayward droplets of water find their way
onto his face and they look shiny lost like his
voice that wavers and cracks and is unsure with
his autumn-leaves, widow-grieves tone and
his face glistens in the spotlight and
strobelight and blacklight but his
instrument speaks for itself.
"you're just a little tilt-a-whirl hipster girl
hither quick indie chick"
and I cannot see your naughty lace pretty face
tasty sweets satin sheets but he could anyway.
But she gives a steady apple-cinnamon smile and
enchants him with a certain sultry
supple sage green gaze and she sweetly says
"Chill out, man, I actually like you and
it will all be hunky dory, dig?" and
her tone rings true.
Luff it, just like anything and everything else you've written ^_^
Lovely descriptions!
That's a lovely way to come back! It's funny. =)
Come back??? She wasn't even here when I JOINED! So where've you been this whole time?
Whoo, hey, check it out, another post from me!
I've been dead from work/parents/other stuff!
Oh I see. Sorry pal. heh heh *backs off nervously*
