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Friday, April 22, 2005
Just a Quickie
Master,
I'd like to have a picture of me that you approve of to put on my blog, perhaps one of the ones I've already sent you? Or one of the ones I plane on sending you early next week. Or should we wait until there is someone around who can take pictures for me? It's a thought I've had for a while. Just let me know sir.
Pet.
|| by Fae ||
4:59:00 PM |
 
A song that made me think too Much
I don't know if anyone's ever noticed, or even if I do it very often, but I seem to have found that I have a problem with occasionally randomly capitalizing various words. I don't why...Does anyone else?
Shoe Box
A key in the door, a step on the floor,
A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside
[Chorus]
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies
it's under my bed, it's never been read
it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
[Chorus]
Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more from me?
[Chorus]
Was it something I said, or was it something you read
That's making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear
And what if I could - would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents of
[Chorus]
You're so nineteen-ninety
And it's nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me
'Cause you don't want me anymore
|| by Fae ||
4:35:00 PM |
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
A comment/rant that I enjoyed writing
A preface after the fact: This was written before I realized Jay, was a Jamie (feminine) meaning Jay, is a she. Meaning I'm stereotypical Dumbass? :D Sorry Jay, but I won't fix the update because, well how else will everyone else know that society has put restrictions on things as simple as names so we tend to think sex-wise first and ask later. Don'tcha just love how I can turn things around and blame society? ;)
EF.
This was my reply on Jays Blog to his rant about Disney (You can reach there via JeN) I'm too tired to prettify everything tonight.
1) Thank you Bunny for pointing out Pochahontas was a raped child-bride.
2) Winnie the pooh was based on stories about a bear in a zoo, and then Christopher Robins stuffed animals.
3) What happened to Pippi Longstockings? Strong, Smart and ridiculed for being that way, but okay with being who she was no matter what.
4)Disney movies are hollywood-ized fairy tales, everything in life will sooner or later be hollywood-ized for it's entertainment value. i.e. Pygmalion orginally ended with Eliza living with the guy who was a bit of a fop, and not entirely happy, in 'My Fair Lady' Audrey Hepburn ended up 'happily-ever-after' with Rex Harrison. Because Hollywood thinks that is what we as movie-goers wants.
What I want is to see Gretel shove the wicked candy-house witch into the stove and take her home to feed the poisoned meat (because something that wicked must be poisoned) to dear ol' ma. (sorry for ranting in your comment space.)
Isn't it cute? ;)
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
8:53:00 PM |
Friday, April 08, 2005
Gorgeous Georgie.
The rain was slamming on to the wind shield of the truckin sheets, the wipers rushing furiously to get rid of the tear like streams. Lightening flashed in the distance & thunder boomed somewhere nearby.
One one Thousand, Two One Thousand, Flash!Two miles, the strom was two miles away and it felt like it was right on top of them. Maybe she was counting wrong? Was it from lightening to thunder you were supposed to count? She wasn't sure anymore, She wasn't sure of anything anymore. It was all so muddled. She jumped as a horn blared as it passed by them her driver turned the brights on his headlights off.
She stared at him not sure what todo. He turned to look at her and the smear of blood darkened his forehead.
"We're going to be ok, you and I. I'm going to love you tonight. Just like the others, you'll see, you'll be different though. Better then them. You'll see," He kept mumbling to himself and she huddled deeper into the door of the truck.
Her mind kept flashing back to the other truck. A van. With a mattress in the back and Tomas. Oh god he killed Tomas! He killed him!Panic was rising along with the bile into her throat, there was nothing left in her stomach, her body had gotten rid of that earlier.
Tomas had been her boyfriend. He killed him so he could have her. He was crazy, she had to find a way to run away. She need to get away from the man with Tomas blood on his hands, and face.
"It's Valentines Day. Did you know it's Valentines Day?" He spoke so normally in the overheated cab of the truck. Like they knew each other almost. When she didn't respon he reached over, grabbing her arm, squeezing painfully, "Answer when I speak to you dammit!" His nails dug into her flesh and she cried out as blood trickled down her arm onto her leg.
"Yes," she whimpered softly, "I-I know," she sniffed softly and he let go of her arm.
"That's my Gorgeous Girl," he grinned almost kindly, sanely. "Your new name. Gorgeous. I've had a few Beautes, and Sultries, Even a Sexy, but no Gorgeous. You're different. You'll be better than they were, "he started mumbling to himself again as he drove the truck.
She watched numbly as the ribbon of road disappeared beneath the tires, trees were replacing the comfort of the buildings and houses that made up her neighbourhood. The dark of the night just made everything seem a little more horrible. More like a nightmare.
He kept Calling her Gorgeous. Her name was never Gorgeous. It was Georgia. Gorgeous Georgie, that was what her Mum always called her.
Gorgeous Georgie. Georgia. That was her name. Georgia. That became her mantra for the next 6 weeks.
|| by Fae ||
3:55:00 PM |
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