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Started by Eater of Clowns, November 12, 2013, 03:54:57 AM

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Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

This is so good, EOC. So good I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight.
Weevil-Infested Badfun Wrongsex Referee From The 9th Earth
Slick and Deranged Wombat of Manhood Questioning
Hulking Dormouse of Lust and DESPAIR™
Gatling Geyser of Rainbow AIDS

"The only way we can ever change anything is to look in the mirror and find no enemy." - Akala  'Find No Enemy'.

Eater of Clowns

Thanks. It felt great, I just wrote and wrote until it came out. I had to think about the ending a bit because version one pretty much ended when the phone rang and it came across as an after school special with the bad guy beaten by the power of friendship.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

LMNO

EoC, that was amazing.

It made me feel feels.

That was not true, but it was true.

That's what happens.

I am terrified of the Marrow Man.

Because he wants pieces.

But we never know which ones before it's too late.

Eater of Clowns

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Thank you. I'm glad I was able to write The Marrow Man again, even if it was for this purpose. I can't even remember the other thread his stuff is in so I wasn't sure how I described him before. I'm sticking with the bone teeth for future use. Not enamel or calcified layers, bone. Like what's left after you eat a good smoked rib.

Edit:  Found it.

It turns out I ended both of them almost the exact same way!
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

Quote from: Eater of Clowns on November 14, 2013, 05:14:23 AM
Thank you. I'm glad I was able to write The Marrow Man again, even if it was for this purpose. I can't even remember the other thread his stuff is in so I wasn't sure how I described him before. I'm sticking with the bone teeth for future use. Not enamel or calcified layers, bone. Like what's left after you eat a good smoked rib.

Edit:  Found it.

It turns out I ended both of them almost the exact same way!

We need a Marrow Man short story collection in the future.
Weevil-Infested Badfun Wrongsex Referee From The 9th Earth
Slick and Deranged Wombat of Manhood Questioning
Hulking Dormouse of Lust and DESPAIR™
Gatling Geyser of Rainbow AIDS

"The only way we can ever change anything is to look in the mirror and find no enemy." - Akala  'Find No Enemy'.

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Not actually a meat product.
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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

This is so so good. I love the marrow man, he's scary as shit.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


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Kai

The Marrow Man.

He says he's taking a piece of bone, but what is he taking really?
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. --Loren Eisley, The Immense Journey

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hirley0

:fnord:

Quote from: Kai on November 17, 2013, 11:12:45 PM
Marrow Man. ? He says he's taking a piece of bone, but what is he taking really?

minuspace

Love it.  Can hear David and Jeanie as they exit the park, walk past the Butcher shop and get an impromptu Marrowbone and Cleaver performance.  Bravo!

Eater of Clowns

Prepare yourself for vented drivel. Murky inane self-absorbed garbage that I just need to let out:
I don't know how to act, even these some four months later. The initial flood of support washed nothing away and in its wake a rot slowly settles, thick ugly foundation stuff, choking mildews and malignant molds. I'm on a constant search for fresh water. I feel like a beggar.

A single winter isn't long enough to reconcile the life I thought I had ahead of me. There are too many individual things to sort out, too many parts malfunctioning in the engine. There's the rage in all its directions. Inward for letting so precious a thing slip away, for accepting defeat so quickly, for this great heaping horrible pride, pride of kings and gods and too much for me. Pride dangling a body from a marionette's strings. Outward to the one I trusted more than any other person I ever dared. Outward to the other man.

I let go altogether. I've seen her twice since the breakup while she picked up things she left behind. We texted back and forth a little bit, talked on facebook. Nothing real. A year ago when her brother's girlfriend of four years left him, she didn't agree with how the girl was keeping him so close; like it'd be easier for him if the break were clean. I know she's doing the same with me. I haven't attempted contact because, hey, pick a reason:  I hope it will help to move on, I hope she'll see my illusion of doing well and it'll hurt, I can't be some sad wretch clinging onto that great unreal ghost of two years.

I've been running and writing letters. Both help, to some degree. I've been writing to a pretty woman I've known for a while and things looked promising between us, like maybe a new beauty to nurture and a move forward. We met up a few times, even. I don't know if we both wanted something to be there, but there didn't seem to be. A great relationship, maybe, but not one of love.

I'm still in love with my ex. That's all there is. There hasn't been a day where I don't think of her. Lately I feel, absurdly, like I want her to know that. That's all. Just to know it, and nothing else. What's so unhealthy about some small knowledge?

I'm tired and tense. I can feel muscles tightened and coiled but I don't know how to let them go. My vacation to Colombia is coming in two weeks and I keep thinking how easy it would be to disappear in that country. My step mother has family that owns a cattle farm and I'll just be vaquero Americano, yeah? Never learn Spanish, just never speak again, living on coffee and beans. I don't believe in fresh starts unburdened by the big messy piles we keep building. New beginnings are only made once in a lifetime. But I believe in new air and sweeping grandiose change, in stupid romantic false futures. I chased one for two years.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

Quote
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

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"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see that it is safe to fart."

― Helen Keller
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The Good Reverend Roger

That's tough.  Especially without contact...Which seems like it would be easier, but it usually isn't.
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- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

I have found that for myself, the hardest thing about moving on is reconciling with the idea that the future I planned is not the future I'm going to have.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."