my slinkster-cool angel babe took me to a movie today. he said he loved me, at any rate, and named me his arcon of the nymphs. and so i wrote him a four page confession that turned into a story which wasn't entirely true but i tried really hard and i saved the wrapper from the condom he used on me today. a few minutes ago, i walked him to the end of the driveway and gave him my thanks for such a beautiful day before sending to go and ride the bus home alone for an hour or two and then sleep in an empty bed without me. i'm sure that the punishment for myself was worse, because i went a whole day without masterbating and he sure as hell won't ever be able to get me off (on a side note: i'm frigid. no one has ever killed me in the shakespearean sense of the word, except of my fiance's wife (on another side note: we're pre-engaged!)).
my slinkster-cool angel babe walked me around the park and bought me a sobe and kissed my hand where he had hit it with a stick. i showed him the bruises on my legs, and he kissed those, too, because he is such a better sword fighter than i think i'll ever be. we decided to make our geocities member name "bladesingers" because it sounds neat and we are both aspiring to do something only elves in anime flick can honestly do. he came over to my house in the middle of the night and drug me outside and handed me a staff and then he beat me up and then he made out with me in the dessert and then i cried because i felt so lonely and sore and it only made him unhappier.
my slinkster-cool angel babe misses his mother who he hasn't talked to since christmas. my slinkster-cool angel babe...
we're two warriors, clinging to each other for nothing, holding on through the empty darkness, crying on each other's shoulders and digging nails deeper, trying to fight out the pain in each other.
- fallen
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