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Started by Dimocritus, January 17, 2010, 07:16:59 PM

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January 17, 2010, 07:16:59 PM
It was terrible, and we were drunk. The bad kind of drunk. What made us think it was ok to have drank all that Joose? I remember it all, barely. Their was yelling and accusations. Threats and acts of defiance. In the end, all I could say was "Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!" and that was that. Your eyes full of tears as you turned your back to leave. As you walked away I looked into my hands and saw myself still clutching your scarf. I tried to give it to you, but you would allow nothing to stop your over choreographed storming-out. So, now it just sits here.

I haven't been home much since then. I needed some fresh air, some fresh faces, something to make things feel a little less grey. When I awoke this morning I was greeted by the sight of your scarf. Looking at it, I got to thinking. This deep thought lead to a sense of longing.
A longing for you.


To come pick up your shit.
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#1
January 17, 2010, 07:27:42 PM
Quote from: dimo on January 17, 2010, 07:16:59 PM
It was terrible, and we were drunk. The bad kind of drunk. What made us think it was ok to have drank all that Joose? I remember it all, barely. Their was yelling and accusations. Threats and acts of defiance. In the end, all I could say was "Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!" and that was that. Your eyes full of tears as you turned your back to leave. As you walked away I looked into my hands and saw myself still clutching your scarf. I tried to give it to you, but you would allow nothing to stop your over choreographed storming-out. So, now it just sits here.

I haven't been home much since then. I needed some fresh air, some fresh faces, something to make things feel a little less grey. When I awoke this morning I was greeted by the sight of your scarf. Looking at it, I got to thinking. This deep thought lead to a sense of longing.
A longing for you.


To come pick up your shit.
* Pixie O'Fubar knows this shit well.

Captain Utopia

#2
January 17, 2010, 09:30:49 PM
 :mittens:

I liked it.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

#3
January 17, 2010, 09:38:51 PM
 :lulz:

That was great!

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#4
January 18, 2010, 05:08:04 PM
All that and a Jim Croce song.  Nicely done.

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#5
January 18, 2010, 05:10:09 PM
:mittens:
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#6
January 18, 2010, 05:58:12 PM
:lulz:

that last line is classic.
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#7
January 18, 2010, 06:57:34 PM
Thank you sirs, you are too kind.  :thanks:
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#8
January 18, 2010, 08:49:58 PM
That was an epic read dimo!
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#9
January 19, 2010, 10:40:20 AM
Fucking beautiful :mittens:

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