Arthur approached the bar, near the buffet and asked the Grey Bartender for a blueberry beverage. He was surprised in his tactic position by his Maiden, as she performed what her last apparition seemed to be, a farewell raging catwalk. Arthur was in the middle of her way, so she got his drink spilled all over his outfit. He rushed to the maison and headed for the toilette, there he started cleaning his shirt and thinking of Jenny as he saw his reflection in the mirror. At that moment, the roaring sound of an engine coming from the window, dragged him from his recondite thoughts. Looking by the window sil, he saw Jenny, the woman of his thoughts, intently gazing the Yellow Trickster as they jumped into the Vendorissimo, the trickster's barber's pole-looking car. His mind went blank and you could see in his face that he had beendrained of all the livelyness that reamained in his poluted soul.
Arthur:(dejected) 'Walking asleep, send myself away, succumbed and fell deep into the black tide, down perpetual blackout.'
Not far from where the car was parked, we could see the Culture Vulture & The Empty Lie talking to an orchid, it's petals were of a deep eggplant colour. They were discussing till what point was the night a place where one couldrant, vent, inform, and confess.
Eggplant Orchid: 'The night is open minded, but hatefull.'
Empty Lie: 'why?'
Eggplant Orchid: 'it changes with time, buildings disappearing, streets and clearigns, phones that no longer rang when dialed...'
Empty Lie: 'Lavishness, lots of lavishness'
Culture Vulture: 'And the people become weary, trembling or standing in the corners mumbling while scuttling down a vacant sail, or lost and confused in their own dilemmas.'
Eggplant Orchid: (Exited) 'Where is the noise? Give me some noise! We're all outside in the night and we're not hearing rumble! Where is the noise? Give me some noise!!!'
Suddenly, our characters lifted up their eyes from the speaking flower and spotted Pizchinou sitting in a round rock, having a soup in a golden bowl. He's the Yellow Trickster's right hand.
Pizchinou: (Out of the blew) 'We can't, a heart has died tonight'
Culture Vulture & Empty Lie:(At unison, stupefied) 'We are mystified! We suspect foul play!'
The Eggplant Orchid watched open-mouthed to the toilette window, where Arthur was stearing at the moon.
Eggplant Orchid: 'Despair is the loving of the devil inside each one of us, foward and rewind is yet another surprise, and a quiet night smoothly passed with a hot calm vapour through our thighs, collapsing with her hazel eyes. Something's wrong and you have the why.'
It was in this flustered night that Arthur realized under the moon's ghostly glow that his heart was adrift.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Don't Try Missgiving Or You'll End Up In Nightmare (Part Four)
Culture Vulture: 'The weather seems deadly, oh what a scenery!'
Empty Lie: 'Ajam'
Culture Vulture: 'But let's not loose the perception of this party please.'
Empty Lie: 'Yes, no, yes, no!'
Culture Vulture: 'We're gathered to perform an act of self-treachery,'
Empty Lie: 'Or not?'
Culture Vulture: 'Better dry our words and spare the mutiny'
Empty Lie: 'Ohh sure, we must'
They are drawn to the mess
Culture Vulture: (Pointing at Arthur's date ) 'That girl!'
Empty Lie: 'Who? ohh! Her! Yes her! Maybe for being a first comer, she messed her chance of flying higher.
Culture Vulture: (Thoughtful and mysterious ) 'A seething manner, she has acquired...'
Culture Vulture & Empty Lie: (At unison, to the Maiden ) 'So girl, do you want the taken sit? Let's lay down flat our squeak & speak, let's open up a filthy theme: What are you giving up for it?'
Maiden: (Talks to herself, does not pay attention to The Culture Vulture & The Empty Lie ) 'Why is she romancing with him? What if he's no longer my love?
Culture Vulture: He's not your love. Don't make a fuzz, you're just a simple brat.
Maiden: (She goes deaf and keeps talking alone) 'Butterflies are burning alive, my deepest fears coming out of my heart, oh what is my place, in this town!!!'
Empty Lie: 'Put a smile on your face and keep up with the same, to forget...'
Maiden: (Hectic ) 'Is he ever comming back to my arms?! Is it love, the deadliest gun?! Are we all killers & sinners running around?! Is it romance, the murdering act?!'
Astonishment is in the air.
Yellow Trickster: 'You blink when you breathe and you breathe when you lie, you blink when you lie'
Empty Lie: 'Ajam'
Culture Vulture: 'But let's not loose the perception of this party please.'
Empty Lie: 'Yes, no, yes, no!'
Culture Vulture: 'We're gathered to perform an act of self-treachery,'
Empty Lie: 'Or not?'
Culture Vulture: 'Better dry our words and spare the mutiny'
Empty Lie: 'Ohh sure, we must'
They are drawn to the mess
Culture Vulture: (Pointing at Arthur's date ) 'That girl!'
Empty Lie: 'Who? ohh! Her! Yes her! Maybe for being a first comer, she messed her chance of flying higher.
Culture Vulture: (Thoughtful and mysterious ) 'A seething manner, she has acquired...'
Culture Vulture & Empty Lie: (At unison, to the Maiden ) 'So girl, do you want the taken sit? Let's lay down flat our squeak & speak, let's open up a filthy theme: What are you giving up for it?'
Maiden: (Talks to herself, does not pay attention to The Culture Vulture & The Empty Lie ) 'Why is she romancing with him? What if he's no longer my love?
Culture Vulture: He's not your love. Don't make a fuzz, you're just a simple brat.
Maiden: (She goes deaf and keeps talking alone) 'Butterflies are burning alive, my deepest fears coming out of my heart, oh what is my place, in this town!!!'
Empty Lie: 'Put a smile on your face and keep up with the same, to forget...'
Maiden: (Hectic ) 'Is he ever comming back to my arms?! Is it love, the deadliest gun?! Are we all killers & sinners running around?! Is it romance, the murdering act?!'
Astonishment is in the air.
Yellow Trickster: 'You blink when you breathe and you breathe when you lie, you blink when you lie'
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Vanish In The Haze (Part Three)
But another girl beat her to him. Jenny. Jenny Gillian, unlike Vanessa was more reserved, dragged to the horrid place by some 'adults' as she mentioned. When she giggled, she displayed the biggest smile, covering her mouth as if speaking dottiness and her eyes squinted every time she laughed her head off. She wasn't there to socialize but ended up doing more than that, just to create some notorious frenzy:
Jenny stroked Arthur's heart after a short slobber greet. He had to stop to see her eyes before a deeper touch.
After the pause, she vanished, but it was punctual enough to leave after the small crowd gathered around our characters, catching them in an unusual pose of startling disapproval. Along came the yelling and fainting of old ladies, the enhancement of wrinkles around their mouths and how certain moles were pushed further up near their noses.
Yellow Trickster: 'The Light is black and the hands are white. The hall is warm and the sun is harsh.
After Jenny's disappearance, Arthur was left with a look of confusion and melancholy. That's because he got what he wanted,but it lasted too little. At a glance, we could see his escort was unhinged. She wanted Arthur to behave like a gentleman, but instead he showed no restraint during the brief assault. It was now that our strange characters decided to connect and step into this afternoon happening. The Culture Vulture was in a black suit, wearing black leather gloves and a black turtleneck underneath that was covered by the feathery neck of a vultures head. He was smoking a cigarrette mouthpiece. Like the Culture Vulture, The Empty Lie was wearing a suit but instead of black it had stripes of different colours. His pants had the same design and were rolled up, it could be seen that he wasn't wearing any socks and in turn his pale blue shoes were highlighted. Also, he was wearing a pink rabbit mask and an orange top hat.
Jenny stroked Arthur's heart after a short slobber greet. He had to stop to see her eyes before a deeper touch.
After the pause, she vanished, but it was punctual enough to leave after the small crowd gathered around our characters, catching them in an unusual pose of startling disapproval. Along came the yelling and fainting of old ladies, the enhancement of wrinkles around their mouths and how certain moles were pushed further up near their noses.
Yellow Trickster: 'The Light is black and the hands are white. The hall is warm and the sun is harsh.
After Jenny's disappearance, Arthur was left with a look of confusion and melancholy. That's because he got what he wanted,but it lasted too little. At a glance, we could see his escort was unhinged. She wanted Arthur to behave like a gentleman, but instead he showed no restraint during the brief assault. It was now that our strange characters decided to connect and step into this afternoon happening. The Culture Vulture was in a black suit, wearing black leather gloves and a black turtleneck underneath that was covered by the feathery neck of a vultures head. He was smoking a cigarrette mouthpiece. Like the Culture Vulture, The Empty Lie was wearing a suit but instead of black it had stripes of different colours. His pants had the same design and were rolled up, it could be seen that he wasn't wearing any socks and in turn his pale blue shoes were highlighted. Also, he was wearing a pink rabbit mask and an orange top hat.
Recited Dancing Words (Part Two)
Along the 'Fast enough, not fast enough' burst of conversation that the Culture Vulture and the Empty Lie produced, began their 'aiming low' in their hunt that night.
'Misterious, fake, pardon me but your teeth are in my neck'-said the Lie to the stranger lurking on his back. The stranger said 'Wicked eyes are like flowers to the mourner and the stinking vehemence will leave us at the deadly edge of our pace.' This stranger was no less than the Culture Vulture, making a rather over-acted entrance. The Empty Lie sat and began to talk on his own, he said a series of words that where far from a normal human understanding and then he seemed to be making sense, when he finally spoke an obscure falsehood:
'Time tells he met with con artists in the corridors, looking for victims to come share their love. And that Shinning Glasses in the shade of the corner was willing to reveal himself in exchange for a hornet.' From his own darkness, a single chant prevailed; Mist, mist, mist, come along and clean the night. Cause it seems it's very heavy and will keep on dragging lives.'
Meanwhile, the culture vulture found a half crown on the mat and sketched a cross upon her palm, setting Mr. Culture as the freakiest of the night. As the Lie recited his last words, Arthur imagined he'd find some girl whom no one seen before, but he just settled with the one he had in front. Still, Arthur's Maiden believed that the courage would touch his tongue, late that evening dancing on the lawn.
'Misterious, fake, pardon me but your teeth are in my neck'-said the Lie to the stranger lurking on his back. The stranger said 'Wicked eyes are like flowers to the mourner and the stinking vehemence will leave us at the deadly edge of our pace.' This stranger was no less than the Culture Vulture, making a rather over-acted entrance. The Empty Lie sat and began to talk on his own, he said a series of words that where far from a normal human understanding and then he seemed to be making sense, when he finally spoke an obscure falsehood:
'Time tells he met with con artists in the corridors, looking for victims to come share their love. And that Shinning Glasses in the shade of the corner was willing to reveal himself in exchange for a hornet.' From his own darkness, a single chant prevailed; Mist, mist, mist, come along and clean the night. Cause it seems it's very heavy and will keep on dragging lives.'
Meanwhile, the culture vulture found a half crown on the mat and sketched a cross upon her palm, setting Mr. Culture as the freakiest of the night. As the Lie recited his last words, Arthur imagined he'd find some girl whom no one seen before, but he just settled with the one he had in front. Still, Arthur's Maiden believed that the courage would touch his tongue, late that evening dancing on the lawn.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Uncommon Vicious Sprout (Part One)
The afternoon had certainly been spoiled, in the surmise of Arthur Rowe,but still she smiled with poise,bounded helplessly as a victim to the distant blare of a romance sprout.
As the evening moved on, 'Hot damn eggs and ham'-said the committed to his love-'honey it's friday night, fire night! You'll be the blare in my eyes and my devotchka running high!'
'Oh don't bother to ignite the dullest night time in my life!'-said the hopeless victim to the intricate lover. 'Well, lets see what this fatal night brings us to redeem.'- said the lover, desperate to fabricate a flick that could save him from himself.
For the scenery of this night took place in a golf court where our beloved characters had been invited to a dreary dinner party. Near the maison was the fairway of the golf court. Our couple was sited in a spot where the fairway seemed erased as the atrocious vicious moonshine kept darkening their ways.
Suddenly they found themselves somewhere between sex & aphrodisiacs, shouting at the people who looked like robots,uncommonly mischieving along Vanessa's golden cat. Vanessa was a very naughty girl that was very fond of riding her young classmates like horses in bed. Oftenly she foisted her body onto her male friends, while her cat inflicted the image of fire into their eyeballs. They, aparently, suffered deep psychological damage. This girl is now stringing along two individuals named the Culture Vulture and the Empty Lie. Vanessa was responsable for making their acquaintance.
As the evening moved on, 'Hot damn eggs and ham'-said the committed to his love-'honey it's friday night, fire night! You'll be the blare in my eyes and my devotchka running high!'
'Oh don't bother to ignite the dullest night time in my life!'-said the hopeless victim to the intricate lover. 'Well, lets see what this fatal night brings us to redeem.'- said the lover, desperate to fabricate a flick that could save him from himself.
For the scenery of this night took place in a golf court where our beloved characters had been invited to a dreary dinner party. Near the maison was the fairway of the golf court. Our couple was sited in a spot where the fairway seemed erased as the atrocious vicious moonshine kept darkening their ways.
Suddenly they found themselves somewhere between sex & aphrodisiacs, shouting at the people who looked like robots,uncommonly mischieving along Vanessa's golden cat. Vanessa was a very naughty girl that was very fond of riding her young classmates like horses in bed. Oftenly she foisted her body onto her male friends, while her cat inflicted the image of fire into their eyeballs. They, aparently, suffered deep psychological damage. This girl is now stringing along two individuals named the Culture Vulture and the Empty Lie. Vanessa was responsable for making their acquaintance.
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