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Previous - this entry written on November 26, 2002 at 2:30 am - Next Tricky: My defences Tricky & Martina : Become fences Tricky: Now I'm stumbling Tricky & Martina : I change my face And if you think i'm fake up Wait around till I take off my make-up Here we go again I need another one Her name is She looks through me Says i'm the only one Martina : I met a christian in christiansands And a devil in Helsinki I met a christian in christiansands And a devil in Helsinki Tricky: Is it getting better? Tricky & Martina : Wrote her a letter, asking questions Maybe some deceptions I mean we'll take it slow I really don't know When you talk, you make me cringe Silver me to the messenger Let her go don't question her Martina : I met a christian in christiansands And a devil in helsinki I met a christian in christiansands And a devil in helsinki Tricky: You and me, what does that mean? Always, what does that mean? Forever, what does that mean? It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own By my own It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own You and me, what does that mean? Always, what does that mean? Forever, what does that mean? Always, what does that mean? Forever, what does that mean? It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own You and me, what does that mean? Always, what does that mean? Forever, what does that mean? It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own It means we'll manage I'll master your language And in the meantime i'll create my own It means we'll manage I'll master your language I can't taste his fear any more, but that's ok right now. Don't need to taste the kitten, don't need to taste the bear, don't need to taste the faceless nameless one. It's a dreamdark cat I'm stalking now, all fireglazed eyes and leftover drops of blood. Precious little creature, this stalking-horse of mine who holds my words so close and finds himself within them. This song is his, you see. Christiansands. He led me into the lyrics and now I'm woven here as well as a hundred other places. Here I am. Heh. I have Midori - for those who have no f'ing clue as to what I'm talking about, Midori is a brilliantly green melon-flavored liqueur, 21% alcohol by volume. No, it's not any specific melon, just the generic sort of melon flavor you find in bubble gum and hard candies and occasionally in alcohol. It mixes well with Mountain Dew, with vodka, with Amaretto, with seven-up, with orange juice (and most other citrus-based fruit juices)... and at the moment, I am mixing it with cherry-lemon-lime soda. ...when you talk, you make me cringe... I have a full mug of alcohol, and a full mug of coke, and me here in the middle. I have cold medication, and allergy medications, and... ...and this: She could taste blood in the back of her throat, harsh and hungry. Her hands raked across the mattress, caught finally on the edge, held, and a moment later her back arched away from the fingers that dug into her tender flesh. Countdown. Can't hold still. Can't keep from remembering. Mistress Fen, if you wander through here, hello. You might not have known it but you made my day and that of my slaveboy. Let me explain. OryCon has a set of rooms referred to collectively as 'hospitality' or 'horse brutality' depending on how drunk and bored people are. In these rooms there is, for the entire length of Con, free food, free soda, and beer on tap at 50 cents a glass. The Hospitality suite is actually three hotel rooms that are connected, the furthest down being where the food is, the next one in being where the beer is, and the third and last room being where most of the seating is (and all the ashtrays - it's a smoking-approved room). Sooner or later all of Con wanders through Hospitality. Mistress Fen spent quite a bit of time in Hospitality, as did I and my boys. She and I first met while doing volunteer work at the art room, both of us watching the door, checking bags, etc - OryCon is a non-profit con and it's run by volunteeers, yes. Anyway, I told her a bit about Kadin and Caleb and thus when we ended up bumping into each other in Hospitality and I had Kadin with me, I was more than happy to send him over to her to be petted and played with and showed off. I get a HUGE kick out of showing off my pets, you see. Kadin spent a fairly large chunk of Con time kneeling at Fen's feet, being petted and teased. It was quite amusing. Dammit. Sobering up already. What the hell? I don't want to be sober, y'see. I want to be tipsy drunk, blasted on cold medication, so far Out There that I can barely walk straight. I want to be tangled in dreamworlds. I want to taste my own tears inside, feel myself falling. I should have gotten a second box of cold medication. Should have. Could have. Acetaminophen: 325 mg. Dextromethorphan HBr: 15 mg. Guaifenesin: 200 mg. Pseudoephedrine HCI: 30 mg. That's per caplet. A standard dose is 2 caplets every 6-8 hours. 24 caplets in less than an hour, thank you. *smiles cheerfully* See why I'm no longer in this reality? ...and yes, admittedly, the Tylenol (acetaminophen - Tylenol is the brand name here) is a tad much to do this often, but this is the only med I've found that has those three trips all in one dose. Anyway. Where was I? ...'cause I can't remember. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
