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In Rememberance of Iggy Sexy Joyce.

  
 
StarWhisper
14:54 / 07.01.07
An unfamiliar woman in black patent heels and a veil leans in the shadows, she lights a cigarette.

Wisps of smoke hang motionless, mascara runs in rivers down her face.
 
 
Triplets
14:58 / 07.01.07
A handsome man enters.
 
 
Princess
15:05 / 07.01.07
"Goodness" says Princess, (who was in the corner, underneath the sausage rolls), "how suprising to be entered by a handsome man on the day of poor poor Iggy's wake".

Princess is dressed in a petite black number (£45, Debenhams) sequined black ballet pumps (£25, Marks and Spencers) and a pirate hat (£4, Early Learning Center).
 
 
StarWhisper
16:53 / 07.01.07

"Goddamn- she says, in husky voice

he was an asshole.

But I'm gonna miss him anyhow."
 
 
Princess
16:56 / 07.01.07
A strange young man in the corner of the room looks towards the main group.
Something odd about his eyes..
Oh god... he's a sharkchav!
Look at his cold dead alien eyes!!
O God.

Princess throws a sausage-roll at him, he flys off on a dragon .
 
 
StarWhisper
17:10 / 07.01.07
That last tab was mistake.

Thinks the disenchanted youth who was dragged to the wake by his parents.
 
 
Kirin? Who the heck?
17:35 / 07.01.07
A scruffy young man in a black rubber kimono, who had lain asleep and unnoticed in the corner, jerks awake with a start. He mutters,

'Alas, Iggy, I... didn't actually know you at all. Never mind.'

Struggling to his feet, he brushes sausage roll crumbs from his kimono, and shambles off in search of victuals.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
19:42 / 07.01.07
We shall not see hir like again...

Unless ze posts in the PHOTOS thread, I suppose.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
19:45 / 07.01.07
I've never heard it called a "like" before.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
20:07 / 07.01.07
Some drunk guy reaches an arm out from beneath one of the seats. Then, nearly trodden, realises the arm's vulnerability and snatches it back unbidden, like a firstborn suddenly exposed to that which is the world, yet protected by a drunken paternity, yet which is, laws of grammar aside, that by which the world abides and of which it is terrified.
 
 
Evil Scientist
21:55 / 07.01.07
Unable to even leave his car and overcome with grief the lab-coated one sits alone screaming: "Why? Why are the beautiful ones always the first to go?"

Through the tears and the snot he remembers that short time when Barbelith shone, yes shone, with the intellectual light of a poster unafraid of the iron fist of the Elder Ones.

This, this must be how the Disciples felt the day after.
 
 
Quantum
13:39 / 08.01.07
Here Lies Mister Rural Savage
Hater of the rising chavage
Never asked my hand in marriage
Put the horse before the carriage
To him I dedicate this doggerel
Written on a piece of bogroll
Kids and grownups loved him so
So sad we are to see him go
 
 
Elijah, Freelance Rabbi
13:48 / 08.01.07
A tall man enters

"I heard this was the funeral for a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm?"

He looks in the casket and, seeing an unfamiliar face, turns, muttering to himself.

"Dammit Bowie, you and your stupid fucking pranks got me again"
 
 
Mistoffelees
17:10 / 08.01.07
"Chill, it´s my birthday (I guess)", yaps Bowie and receives a book full of beautifully drawn horse porn as a gift from the tall man.
 
 
Joggy Yoghurt
19:30 / 16.11.07
Ah and I sang sweetly to the air of Bolshys stew


I was happy as a nerve across the sacred mooooon


until I crossed your portals and became dross

my dear

I never had such a promising relationship

that went so scum

I love this cuntry

this beautiful cuntry

they called me a turd, a cooker of socks

but I look at your face now and ask you honestly

as one mob to another

clutch my breast and say

is there one among you who wouldnt give me

a kola cube if I asked politely?
 
 
Joggy Yoghurt
19:37 / 16.11.07
I'd like to take this opportunity to announce my off broadway play with Chris O' Donnell and Yahoo Serious entitled
Chavmaster flash. Also I hate everyone who's not me. Truthfully.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
20:09 / 16.11.07
Yet another strange, but strangely attractive, shadowy character enters the room with a dapper flourish, and starts shooting, with a gun. But why? What's going on in this sick, beautiful figure's twisted imagination?

Nobody will ever know, because ze leaves nothing living. Nothing at all.

Ze makes absolutely certain of this by going round the room and doing things to the bodies, one by one, that are not easily put into words.

And then ze laughs, gives Heaven the finger, and sets about satisfying the dark urges that drove hir to this in the first place ...
 
 
Joggy Yoghurt
20:19 / 16.11.07
Whos bloody wake is this shouted the recently deceased Tim. A gangly country rappa with a turnipy head and the cold dead eyes of social welfare desk hound stood up.

"Who here is queer as me? cant you see im the queerest fanny
in all of Engerlund"

Im not interested in the phenology of amphibious mutants and their intense dislike for the noirish aspects of John Majors life.

whittle your whiskey around like blazes
Thunderin jaysus did you think I was dead.

It is a fact I have observed that there is no such thing as beauty.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
20:48 / 16.11.07
"Well," mused the stylish, homicidal, velvet-clad androgyne "Maybe I missed one, though I don't know how. What I am sure about," ze continued, as ze went about cheerfully napalming every square inch of the place "Is that anyone who's still breathing by the time I'm finished ought to have a bloody good explantion. Because God only knows I've been thorough, hopefully."
 
  
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