fire child
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 30, 2003
- Posts
- 143
~Sweet dreams are made of these, who has a mind
to disagree, travel the world and the seven seas,
everybodys looking for something--- some of them want to use
you, some of them want to get used by you, some of them
want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused by
you~
I heard that yesterday. cute song.
-Priss: am I too young to know what true love is?
Priss' concience: No, you aren't.
-P: then why is it so difficult to find it if you know what to look
for?
p'c: I don't know. What is this, twenty questions?
-P: Maybe. aren't you supposed to help me do stuff?
p'c: ha! I'm on permanent vacation, baby!
-P: you can't do that! I need you!
p'c: need me?! when have you ever done anything I told you to??
-P: *grumbles* lots! I didn't kick that dumb dog that followed
me last spring!
p'c: only because you were afraid of getting bit.
-P: hey, shut the hell up, you little bastard.
p'c: yeah? what are you going to do about it?
-P: I'll show you, bitch! *sticks her head in the pool*
p'c: *sputtering* Nooooo....Ahhhh!!
-P: *laughs manicly, and draws a deep breath, inhaling lots of water. she falls to the ground, giggling, breathing hard. her parents rush out, but too many brain cells have been deprived of oxygen. theres nothing they can do for her. as the truck drives her away to the asylum, everyone can hear her giggling hysterically and repeating the phrase: Who's my bitch?!
to disagree, travel the world and the seven seas,
everybodys looking for something--- some of them want to use
you, some of them want to get used by you, some of them
want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused by
you~
I heard that yesterday. cute song.
-Priss: am I too young to know what true love is?
Priss' concience: No, you aren't.
-P: then why is it so difficult to find it if you know what to look
for?
p'c: I don't know. What is this, twenty questions?
-P: Maybe. aren't you supposed to help me do stuff?
p'c: ha! I'm on permanent vacation, baby!
-P: you can't do that! I need you!
p'c: need me?! when have you ever done anything I told you to??
-P: *grumbles* lots! I didn't kick that dumb dog that followed
me last spring!
p'c: only because you were afraid of getting bit.
-P: hey, shut the hell up, you little bastard.
p'c: yeah? what are you going to do about it?
-P: I'll show you, bitch! *sticks her head in the pool*
p'c: *sputtering* Nooooo....Ahhhh!!
-P: *laughs manicly, and draws a deep breath, inhaling lots of water. she falls to the ground, giggling, breathing hard. her parents rush out, but too many brain cells have been deprived of oxygen. theres nothing they can do for her. as the truck drives her away to the asylum, everyone can hear her giggling hysterically and repeating the phrase: Who's my bitch?!