This isn't to remember. Not any of it. Not the beginning and not the end.
None of it.
This city I frequent: It's cold. It's too often cold. Cold as memory. Shark memory. I've never been aboard a spaceship but yesterday I swear to you I saw the atmosphere above and it was black. Black as shark.
The blackest shark...
But I was wondering what she'd say if I told her I was coming back. And. Where she'd be now if I hadn't said a thing.
I was wondering. How words fail.
?
Perhaps that was a question.
I feel dry. Like tech stocks. Sucky candy.
Should've something before the stuff.
That's what I'd forgotten to do. And now it's over. But I'm not going to remember. I'm going to forget.
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Location: my mother's bloody womb
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satan: you should go to the front page and see if there are any links left to feral's stories. they are fantastic. this was just like...a random thought, in comparison.
if i could give this entire thread a unicorn heart point for being a flaming pile of queerness, i would... but i only had one point left, so you'll have to settle for me giving it to the nancy-boy who kicked off the faggotry.
Missphinx, I'd forgotten about those robots and I'm so pleased to see you drag them up from the abyss... Even though you're a woman I will grant you access to my bug dick.
And Paint's right... But maybe not about this thread...