Always Bleeding On The Marigolds
Jan. 5th, 2009 07:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daisies_in_chainsRun and catch... Run and catch... The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch...
But I don't see none here. I only see the lambs. Little lost lambs, all of a shiver and burnt to roast, crispy never-ends. Thankful for the privelage, you should be, say the whispers. Thankful no more, says I.
Can't get the cat through no window, see. Not unless it's smashed and then it ends up all bleedy. They screech and they scratch and don't even paddle in no water, if they're held too tight.
But that's how it was, see. That's how it was, when the blankets came to smother. Princess knows what that's like.
Little hands.
Little feet.
Head all gone over one side.
Children don't work right. Not when they're like that. Just little puppets.
But puppets can be stringed, can't they?
STRINGED. BROKEN. DASHED.
Daddy?
It's gone ALL COLD... Just like how you made Princess.
Do you remember, my Angel? Remember how you made me?
But I don't see none here. I only see the lambs. Little lost lambs, all of a shiver and burnt to roast, crispy never-ends. Thankful for the privelage, you should be, say the whispers. Thankful no more, says I.
Can't get the cat through no window, see. Not unless it's smashed and then it ends up all bleedy. They screech and they scratch and don't even paddle in no water, if they're held too tight.
But that's how it was, see. That's how it was, when the blankets came to smother. Princess knows what that's like.
Little hands.
Little feet.
Head all gone over one side.
Children don't work right. Not when they're like that. Just little puppets.
But puppets can be stringed, can't they?
STRINGED. BROKEN. DASHED.
Daddy?
It's gone ALL COLD... Just like how you made Princess.
Do you remember, my Angel? Remember how you made me?
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Date: 2009-01-05 01:48 pm (UTC)Ethan would probably give you a better response if he wasn't drunk and Randall, but have him anyway!
Date: 2009-01-05 02:12 pm (UTC)S'LIKE.
Poetry. Very nicely put young lady,, where;d you learn to ddo that then?
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:13 pm (UTC)Needle and thread, hmm? Grow up proper, Arnold. You're DEAD.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:22 pm (UTC)So many people, so many souls... That crimson dwarf ate you up, didn't it? Never thought you'd leave its tummy.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:29 pm (UTC)Brroken home is sa terrible thing.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:35 pm (UTC)Say all kinds of things, they do.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:39 pm (UTC)Cut and torn.
THE GYPSY SAID NO, but your head's filled with mucky things.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:43 pm (UTC)We aer the rule, not the ecxeption.
What about the gypsies?no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 03:57 pm (UTC)The Raandall is onyl skin deep. Ethan goes to the bone.
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Date: 2009-01-05 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 04:53 pm (UTC)Princess of delusions, more likeNo, for some reason, I was not informed. What a tremendous oversight.
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Date: 2009-01-05 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-05 05:06 pm (UTC)Yes, Dru, I can see you. No, Dru, I'm not coming to visit.
Not without the benefit of a crowd, anyway...
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Date: 2009-01-05 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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