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dinzdale · 08-06-2003, 05:24 PM

It was dark. The thing between us... He was busy picking his nose with one of those slender tipped letter openers, rocking it back and forth in his hand, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he was paying attention. He had a joint clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let it go. It was this trick he did with his hands to make the world fly straighter. I'd almost forgotten about it. I watched as the joint left his fingers and landed onto his lips. "Not bad," I said, wincing a little. Chuck walked over with that slow waltz of his. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, chalk scraped on the pavement as kids tallied up the total number of days left in this dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even without the woman he'd been using habitually, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the joint to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for a pen with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" I said, hoping to calm myself a little.

zefrank · 08-12-2003, 02:13 PM

It was dark. A table between us... He was busy picking his nose with one of those slender fingers of his, rolling it back and forth in his hand, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had got one. He had a pencil clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the lead out. I watched as the pencil left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a cane scraped on the pavement as a blind man seemed to tally up the total number of days he had left in his dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with the nosepicking, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the pencil to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for something with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

dinzdale · 08-14-2003, 02:47 PM

It was very dark. A python laid between us... He was busy picking horses with one of those stupid systems of his, mulling it back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a pencil clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the lead out. I watched as the pencil left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a cane scraped on the pavement as a blind man seemed to tally up the total number of days he had left in his dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with the nosepicking, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the pencil to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for something with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

amanda · 08-14-2003, 08:11 PM

It was very dark. The garter laid between us... He was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid systems of his, mulling it back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a cigarette clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the smoke out. He knew I hated smoking. I watched as the cigarette left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the cigarette and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a Lee Press-On nails scraped on the door as a stage manager seemed to tally up the total number of minutes I had left before my number. "I like ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with his English accent, Charles had a real blunt way. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

dinzdale · 08-21-2003, 06:48 PM

It was very cold. The garter laid between us... He was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid assistants of his, walking her back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a cigarette clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the smoke out. He knew I hated his assistant. I watched as the cigarette left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Nice," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the cigarette and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a corpse hit the door as a stage manager seemed to tally up the total number of minutes I had left before my number. "I like her ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with his English accent, Charles had a real snotty attitude. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He just pulled the monkey out of his shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You need this, don't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

zefrank · 09-15-2003, 07:17 PM

Her garter laid between us... She was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid attitudes of hers, walking her back and forth in her underwear, small utterances suggesting she had picked one. I had a cigarette clutched firmly between my fingers, and I pretended thqat she was just waiting to dare me to let the smoke out. I knew she hated that I smoked. I watched as the cigarette left my fingers and landed near her feet.

"Nice," she said, wincing a little.

I walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. A corpse hit the door: a store manager that seemed to have tallied up the total number of minutes we'd been in the dressing room.

"I like her ass," I said, slowly.

I couldn't help watching his face. Even with his English manners, the poor bastard had a hard time keeping it together. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He pulled the tag out of his shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You need this, don't you?" he said. I looked down trying not to laugh... again.

dinzdale · 09-16-2003, 12:06 PM

Her dead husband laid between us... She was busy picking his pockets with one of those stupid attitudes of hers, walking back and forth in her underwear, small utterances suggesting she had found something. I had a cigarette clutched firmly between my fingers, and I pretended that she was just waiting to dare me to let the smoke out. I knew she was turned on when I smoked. I watched as the cigarette fell from my fingers and landed near the body.

"Nice," she said, smiling a little.

I walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. The corpse propped open the door: the store manager that seemed to have tallied up the total number of minutes we'd been in the dressing room.

"I hated his ass," I said, slowly.

I couldn't help watching her face. Even with her English manners, the poor lamb had a hard time keeping it together. She didn't look at me when she passed the dress to me. I pulled the tag out of my shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in the dead man's pants for the keys with my other hand. "You need these, don't you?" I said. She looked down trying not to smile... again.

Hyakujo's Fox · 09-20-2003, 07:59 AM

Her husband Fred came between us... He was busy searching for one of those stupid cigarettes of his, while walking back and forth in his underwear, small utterances suggesting he hadn't found one. I had the last cigarette tucked firmly beneath my fingers, I knew that he was just waiting for me to let the smoke out. I knew she was disappointed when a whisp of smoke escaped and curled it's way through the air. I watched the cigarette fall from my fingers and land on the carpet.

"Nice," she said, smiling sarcastically.

He walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. A bloody corpse fell from through the closet door: Fred must have bumped off the store manager while we'd been in the dressing room.

"I hated his ass," he said, calmly.

I couldn't help watching her face. Even with her English manners, the poor lamb had a hard time keeping it together. She wasn't looking when Fred pointed the gun at me. He pulled the carnation from out of my lapel and dropped it on her lap, she turned her gaze up from the dead man, smiled at me and took my hand. "You love him, don't you?" he said. He pulled the trigger. She fell down dead and would never smile... again.

amanda · 09-26-2003, 01:59 PM

Fear came between us... He was busy searching for one of those explanations of his, while walking back and forth in his underwear, small utterances suggesting he hadn't found one. I had an explanation tucked firmly between my lips, and I knew that he was just waiting for me to let it out. He was disappointed when only a wisp of excitement escaped from my mouth and curled its way through the air. I watched as his anticipation to share what I know fell, only to land on nothing.

"Nice," he said, half smiling.

He walked over, reached for my hand and I tried not to give in. Skeletons busted through the closet door: fascination must have bound and gagged lessons learned while we'd been looking the other way.

"I hate to do this," I said, sadly.

I couldn't watch his reaction. Even with his gentlemanly manners, the poor guy had a hard time keeping it together. All I could think was, “I really wasn't looking for this when it came.” I pushed away his fear and dropped it in his lap. I turned my gaze from him, smiled at myself as I took on my own destiny.

"But you like him, don't you?" they asked.

"yes, of course. " I said, meekly.

I pulled up stakes. “What-mighta-been” fell down dead and would not smile... again.

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08-06-2003, 05:24 PM	#16
dinzdale King of the špatnýs Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: was that dog Posts: 9,411	It was dark. The thing between us... He was busy picking his nose with one of those slender tipped letter openers, rocking it back and forth in his hand, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he was paying attention. He had a joint clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let it go. It was this trick he did with his hands to make the world fly straighter. I'd almost forgotten about it. I watched as the joint left his fingers and landed onto his lips. "Not bad," I said, wincing a little. Chuck walked over with that slow waltz of his. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, chalk scraped on the pavement as kids tallied up the total number of days left in this dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even without the woman he'd been using habitually, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the joint to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for a pen with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" I said, hoping to calm myself a little.

08-12-2003, 02:13 PM	#17
zefrank ------------- Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: brooklyn NY Posts: 1,581	It was dark. A table between us... He was busy picking his nose with one of those slender fingers of his, rolling it back and forth in his hand, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had got one. He had a pencil clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the lead out. I watched as the pencil left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a cane scraped on the pavement as a blind man seemed to tally up the total number of days he had left in his dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with the nosepicking, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the pencil to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for something with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

08-14-2003, 02:47 PM	#18
dinzdale King of the špatnýs Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: was that dog Posts: 9,411	It was very dark. A python laid between us... He was busy picking horses with one of those stupid systems of his, mulling it back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a pencil clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the lead out. I watched as the pencil left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the pencil and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a cane scraped on the pavement as a blind man seemed to tally up the total number of days he had left in his dying world. "I suck ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with the nosepicking, Chuck had a real beautiful way. He didn't look at me when he passed the pencil to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for something with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

08-14-2003, 08:11 PM	#19
amanda old s'cool Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 2,426	It was very dark. The garter laid between us... He was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid systems of his, mulling it back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a cigarette clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the smoke out. He knew I hated smoking. I watched as the cigarette left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Too bad," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the cigarette and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a Lee Press-On nails scraped on the door as a stage manager seemed to tally up the total number of minutes I had left before my number. "I like ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with his English accent, Charles had a real blunt way. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He just pulled the money out of his shirt pocket and dropped just enough on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You'll need this, won't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

08-21-2003, 06:48 PM	#20
dinzdale King of the špatnýs Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: was that dog Posts: 9,411	It was very cold. The garter laid between us... He was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid assistants of his, walking her back and forth in his mind, squinting real hard so you really couldn't tell if he had picked one. He had a cigarette clutched firmly between his fingers, too, like he was just waiting for you to dare him to let the smoke out. He knew I hated his assistant. I watched as the cigarette left his fingers and landed between his lips. "Nice," I said, wincing a little. He walked over. I reached for the cigarette and tried not to be sick. Behind me, a corpse hit the door as a stage manager seemed to tally up the total number of minutes I had left before my number. "I like her ass," he said, in that slow voice he always uses. I couldn't stand to hear him. Even with his English accent, Charles had a real snotty attitude. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He just pulled the monkey out of his shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You need this, don't you?" he said. I looked down hoping to calm myself a little.

09-15-2003, 07:17 PM	#21
zefrank ------------- Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: brooklyn NY Posts: 1,581	Her garter laid between us... She was busy picking sequined dresses with one of those stupid attitudes of hers, walking her back and forth in her underwear, small utterances suggesting she had picked one. I had a cigarette clutched firmly between my fingers, and I pretended thqat she was just waiting to dare me to let the smoke out. I knew she hated that I smoked. I watched as the cigarette left my fingers and landed near her feet. "Nice," she said, wincing a little. I walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. A corpse hit the door: a store manager that seemed to have tallied up the total number of minutes we'd been in the dressing room. "I like her ass," I said, slowly. I couldn't help watching his face. Even with his English manners, the poor bastard had a hard time keeping it together. He didn't look at me when he passed the dress to me. He pulled the tag out of his shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in his pants for "something" with his other hand. "You need this, don't you?" he said. I looked down trying not to laugh... again.

09-16-2003, 12:06 PM	#22
dinzdale King of the špatnýs Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: was that dog Posts: 9,411	Her dead husband laid between us... She was busy picking his pockets with one of those stupid attitudes of hers, walking back and forth in her underwear, small utterances suggesting she had found something. I had a cigarette clutched firmly between my fingers, and I pretended that she was just waiting to dare me to let the smoke out. I knew she was turned on when I smoked. I watched as the cigarette fell from my fingers and landed near the body. "Nice," she said, smiling a little. I walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. The corpse propped open the door: the store manager that seemed to have tallied up the total number of minutes we'd been in the dressing room. "I hated his ass," I said, slowly. I couldn't help watching her face. Even with her English manners, the poor lamb had a hard time keeping it together. She didn't look at me when she passed the dress to me. I pulled the tag out of my shirt pocket and dropped it on the table, fishing in the dead man's pants for the keys with my other hand. "You need these, don't you?" I said. She looked down trying not to smile... again.

09-20-2003, 07:59 AM	#23
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	Her husband Fred came between us... He was busy searching for one of those stupid cigarettes of his, while walking back and forth in his underwear, small utterances suggesting he hadn't found one. I had the last cigarette tucked firmly beneath my fingers, I knew that he was just waiting for me to let the smoke out. I knew she was disappointed when a whisp of smoke escaped and curled it's way through the air. I watched the cigarette fall from my fingers and land on the carpet. "Nice," she said, smiling sarcastically. He walked over, reached for the cigarette and tried not to laugh. A bloody corpse fell from through the closet door: Fred must have bumped off the store manager while we'd been in the dressing room. "I hated his ass," he said, calmly. I couldn't help watching her face. Even with her English manners, the poor lamb had a hard time keeping it together. She wasn't looking when Fred pointed the gun at me. He pulled the carnation from out of my lapel and dropped it on her lap, she turned her gaze up from the dead man, smiled at me and took my hand. "You love him, don't you?" he said. He pulled the trigger. She fell down dead and would never smile... again.

09-26-2003, 01:59 PM	#24
amanda old s'cool Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 2,426	Fear came between us... He was busy searching for one of those explanations of his, while walking back and forth in his underwear, small utterances suggesting he hadn't found one. I had an explanation tucked firmly between my lips, and I knew that he was just waiting for me to let it out. He was disappointed when only a wisp of excitement escaped from my mouth and curled its way through the air. I watched as his anticipation to share what I know fell, only to land on nothing. "Nice," he said, half smiling. He walked over, reached for my hand and I tried not to give in. Skeletons busted through the closet door: fascination must have bound and gagged lessons learned while we'd been looking the other way. "I hate to do this," I said, sadly. I couldn't watch his reaction. Even with his gentlemanly manners, the poor guy had a hard time keeping it together. All I could think was, “I really wasn't looking for this when it came.” I pushed away his fear and dropped it in his lap. I turned my gaze from him, smiled at myself as I took on my own destiny. "But you like him, don't you?" they asked. "yes, of course. " I said, meekly. I pulled up stakes. “What-mighta-been” fell down dead and would not smile... again.