:: 2004 27 April :: 5.57 pm

oh fucking hell!
rageragerageragerage.

myxomatosis

:: 2004 27 April :: 5.09 pm

it's really really bad to hold things in like that. but when you know it'll cause needless damage . . .

detergent and muzzles, i guess. i wish i'd never found the source.

myxomatosis

:: 2004 26 April :: 5.50 pm

So I broke my word five minutes after I made it.

That's fucking awesome, f-i-g.

myxomatosis

:: 2004 25 April :: 12.42 pm

There was so much that used to matter that seems utterly pointless now. Oroborus.

myxomatosis

:: 2004 27 March :: 10.41 am

Crawling like a film reel skips, howls thin and loud and pure [rain and a hero with broken fingers. shove a nail through your hand -- it's not time yet! it's not time yet!] grinning without moving her lips at all, she lashes her tail and waits for it to speak.

You are ugly, you are filthy
You are sinful, you are cowardice
You are meaningless, you are mindless
I'll tell everyone how wrong you are

so on and so on. And she just grins. And when it is done

snap! her hands around its jaw. Tongue flicking in and out through yellow pointed teeth. It shivers in sudden fear -- she can't touch it, why is she touching it? -- and tries pointlessly to pull away. She whispers as she leans in, a knee pressing against the poor fool's legs.

"I am the ugliest thing in the universe."

A hissing second and then
coppery pulling. No screams, her thumb against its windpipe.
Like a kiss. Like the good doctor's famous kiss.
She pulls away, spits tooth and bone.

"But she still loves me."

And isn't that all that really matters?
She lets the body drop.
Stupid, stupid little children.

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