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4w, 2dRockabye Bandy0 comments · 27 views
I'd like to take a moment to share a song with you. It's a nice song. It's happy. It helps.
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No, I didn't drink the kool-aid. I've just gone to college! Moving in and starting classes and having those little panic attacks where you don't know whether or not you're throwing your life away over a useless degree have been somewhat taxing, but I've been able to find time to write in between dying on the inside and finding ways to excuse not eating to save money.
I present an Acreuballian amount of vernacular, all set to the bop on the top stylings of John Coltrane.
This will be loosely connected to the cannon of a larger, future project. Stay tuned!
Happy Sunday, and go Bulldogs!
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Happy Wednesday to me!
20w, 5dOn Regraduationing4 comments · 68 views
It happened, probably by accident. I passed my calculus class by four percentage points, and I got my diploma. Before I prostrate myself before the mighty gods of Student Loans and prepare myself for the inevitable kick in the financial testicles, I'd like to look back and briefly (thank God) reflect. Grab a drink, kiddies, and let uncle Patrick serenade you with my anticlimactic, if not cathartic, not-horse-words.
You guys all know me as a writer. I identify as a writer. That's awfully cool. Writing has helped me get through the tougher parts of these years. Shame I didn't discover it sooner. Two and a half years after starting my first fanfiction about an OC alicorn with a mysterious and tragic past, I'm editing a real-life honest to goodness novel that might even become a book one day. I've gotten a lot better since I started, and I view it as my greatest accomplishment to date. That, and not drowning when I was two. Thanks for the tips and tricks (and for my aunt, who dragged me out of the pool).
I was gonna write a lot more sappy crappy emotional stuff about how grateful I am and how much you all mean to me, but then I realized how silly that would be. The best way to show my appreciation would be to continue writing. That's how I know you as: readers. And friends.
See you around, and happy Monday.
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Set the scene!
He pushed me onto the bed. My legs trembled as he leered over me, grinning his same salacious grin he had worn for the past hour. He could smell me, and he made no effort to hide the effect the scent of my arousal had on him. The carpet, already stained with a previous bout of lovemaking, would be sullied even more. The stench would linger in the shag for years. And, for once, I was absolutely okay with that.
"I want you," I spoke, my voice quivering as much as the throbbing pulse between my legs. "Today was utter garbage. I just need to relax and get you in my lap. Warm me up from the inside out, and the outside in. If you know what I mean."
He knew exactly what I meant. If you know what I mean.
"IMMA FUCK U GOOD BEYOTCH U GONA B SORE" he replied. His primal growl resonated deep within the cockles of my soul. It popped and fizzled, like a tone-deaf harp player with Parkinson's.
"Say it," I groaned. I would have begged in an instant, if only to hear his buttery voice echoing in my ears once more. "Say your name."
"MY NAMES ORVILLE REDENBACKER BITCH"
And then we fucked like rabbits. Except the rabbits were made of popcorn. Satellites orbiting overhead detected the obnoxious crackling sound of our raunchiness intimacy.
The stench never came out of the carpets.