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[really not hurt]
...or they can continue as they were and discuss the same elsewhere on Barbelith and ignore my self-obsessed little thread.
[/at all]
Fast Forward/Dream Sequence
As he tipped back the final dregs of the Australian Pinot Noir that he had hoped would assuage his dispondancy, Frater Fae looked back over the night.
The silence that had greeted him as he returned to his abode after an evening of bacchanalian release had caused him to stop in the doorway in bewildered disappointment. Where were the hyped-up revelers, sweat-streaming from hours of wild undulations in the underground rave-cave? Where was the red-nosed demagogy regarding cultural ideation? Missing was the good-natured, top-banana style, "when I was in school" stories on the porch.
A thorough search of the premises had turned up one, lonely, young man who had been lurking expectantly in the Twister room, waiting for someone else to show up. The garlic and ginger-crusted salmon lay untouched in the midst of a cornocopious vegan and carnivore spread that adorned the cherry-wood dining room table. Where there should have been the wafting smell of various burnt and smoking herbs, was nothing but the odour of old kitty litter. The liquor cabinet stood full and unstained when it should have been decimated and barely standing.
As he stood surveying the lack of damage, Frater Fae had pulled from the top rack a fruit-toned, spicy, Tasmanian Red. As he tore the cork out and began guzzling, he was unmindful of the faded, dusty tinge the wine had. This bottle was for depressive drowning, not selective savoring.
Later, sitting on the stoop, fiddling with the full-face bondage mask he had procurred for the event, he slurred to himself "Aoh welll. Theyvf all probblbly gotsh bet'er thins tudo wifsh the time than zspendzh it at uh pzoodo-inshellectchal, wannabbee equivlaent to a juveenyl, hieskhoul keggerr.
"Fush'em. I'm me withou dem. I's... I'ma... I... (hick-UUUrrp)... I'm oaokay. I love mee. Fukch thoose pissherz, eniwaye."
With that our well-intentioned subject slumped over and passed out til the following week.
>>Thanks anyway, All. Still lovin' ya!<< |
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