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oddeggJust watching 'Last Man Standing' and...
Is it bad that I want to read slash stories about these guys? It is, isn't it?
But what do they expect my mind to do when they're showing these guys in their pants?! Their tiny, tiny, tiny pants!?!!
(and that's everyone except Joey because frankly, I want that whiny little bitch to go down and the only fic I want to read with him in it is the most vicious sort of whump imaginable. All hurt and no comfort.)
I'm thinking Wole/JJ or Jarvis/Ed. (Mmmm... Jarvis 'n Ed...)
* * *
I've been writing stuff and then re-reading it and thinking 'WTF's this shit?!' and I don't know if that's because it's actually shit or because I've been in a really odd mood for about a week. Black dog following me - 'cept it's more like a mange-ridden, scruffy grey mongrel.
* * *
Maudlin poetry time again as well I'm afraid.
Not taken
You didn't mind science.
Preferred music and film,
books and art,
but had a certain appreciation for the
stricter disciplines. Especially
chemistry
and the botanical arts. We never spoke about
physics that I remember.
In the quantum theory of the multiverse
there must be worlds
where the ice was never pushed back.
Where the dinosaurs won.
Where the wheel
was never invented and there was
no car for you to climb into that morning
and you never died.
There must be worlds
where you never existed,
and no group ever gathered
there in our living room,
to drink whisky in shocked silence
and look up with tired, blank eyes
as someone says, almost pleadingly,
"No, really. It is a joke, right?"
A man dies
on the way to his grandmother's funeral.
Just the sort of dark jest
you would probably have enjoyed.
And maybe,
somewhere,
there is a world
where you're laughing.
Is it bad that I want to read slash stories about these guys? It is, isn't it?
But what do they expect my mind to do when they're showing these guys in their pants?! Their tiny, tiny, tiny pants!?!!
(and that's everyone except Joey because frankly, I want that whiny little bitch to go down and the only fic I want to read with him in it is the most vicious sort of whump imaginable. All hurt and no comfort.)
I'm thinking Wole/JJ or Jarvis/Ed. (Mmmm... Jarvis 'n Ed...)
* * *
I've been writing stuff and then re-reading it and thinking 'WTF's this shit?!' and I don't know if that's because it's actually shit or because I've been in a really odd mood for about a week. Black dog following me - 'cept it's more like a mange-ridden, scruffy grey mongrel.
* * *
Maudlin poetry time again as well I'm afraid.
Not taken
You didn't mind science.
Preferred music and film,
books and art,
but had a certain appreciation for the
stricter disciplines. Especially
chemistry
and the botanical arts. We never spoke about
physics that I remember.
In the quantum theory of the multiverse
there must be worlds
where the ice was never pushed back.
Where the dinosaurs won.
Where the wheel
was never invented and there was
no car for you to climb into that morning
and you never died.
There must be worlds
where you never existed,
and no group ever gathered
there in our living room,
to drink whisky in shocked silence
and look up with tired, blank eyes
as someone says, almost pleadingly,
"No, really. It is a joke, right?"
A man dies
on the way to his grandmother's funeral.
Just the sort of dark jest
you would probably have enjoyed.
And maybe,
somewhere,
there is a world
where you're laughing.
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Date: 2008-12-09 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 10:30 pm (UTC)And sorry about making you cry *hugs you this time*
It's about a very good friend of mine who died 7 years ago now. Took me over a year to stop thinking that I must tell him about stuff. Still think about him a lot.
Doesn't go away, does it? The scar tissue just builds up a bit over the wound. *hugs again*
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Date: 2008-12-11 12:04 am (UTC)I save stuff up all the time to tell Ian -- and then remember he's not going to come crashing through the door and yell at me or tell me a smutty joke!