I love the line "Only half my blood's blue", and I'm not sure *why*, but it just feels so perfect, so rhythmic. Something poetic and ominous and mildly insane at once.
Also: "His. He said I was his." A half-sob. "And I forgot." Talk of ominous, and the promise of something twisted, or the tease of it at least.
Like Flack...I wonder if he'd be *quite* that coherent, that quickly, and while on the one hand, he's always struck me as pretty sturdy--well. Pain. And bleeding. And possible broken-things. But it depends on what's broken, how much he's bled. That sort of thing.
For some reason, I am enamored of: the broad with the hair or the chick with the tits, and I swear, it's not just because I'm internally 13.
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Date: 2005-04-30 01:57 am (UTC)I love the line "Only half my blood's blue", and I'm not sure *why*, but it just feels so perfect, so rhythmic. Something poetic and ominous and mildly insane at once.
Also: "His. He said I was his." A half-sob. "And I forgot." Talk of ominous, and the promise of something twisted, or the tease of it at least.
Like Flack...I wonder if he'd be *quite* that coherent, that quickly, and while on the one hand, he's always struck me as pretty sturdy--well. Pain. And bleeding. And possible broken-things. But it depends on what's broken, how much he's bled. That sort of thing.
For some reason, I am enamored of: the broad with the hair or the chick with the tits, and I swear, it's not just because I'm internally 13.