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Principia Discordia => Or Kill Me => Topic started by: Dimocritus on January 17, 2010, 07:16:59 PM

Title: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Dimocritus 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.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Pope Pixie Pickle on 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.

/me knows this shit well.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Captain Utopia on January 17, 2010, 09:30:49 PM
 :mittens:

I liked it.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on January 17, 2010, 09:38:51 PM
 :lulz:

That was great!

My ex tried to use my place as a storage unit for a while.

So I got a dumpster.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Brotep on January 18, 2010, 05:08:04 PM
All that and a Jim Croce song.  Nicely done.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on January 18, 2010, 05:10:09 PM
:mittens:
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: East Coast Hustle on January 18, 2010, 05:58:12 PM
:lulz:

that last line is classic.
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: Dimocritus on January 18, 2010, 06:57:34 PM
Thank you sirs, you are too kind.  :thanks:
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: NotPublished on January 18, 2010, 08:49:58 PM
That was an epic read dimo!
Title: Re: Photographs and Memories
Post by: P3nT4gR4m on January 19, 2010, 10:40:20 AM
Fucking beautiful :mittens: