For Pete's Sake
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Home. Taxi. Time to go. I can't drink this. Too loud.
Shit, shit, the bastard...no, I don't mean that. Too loud.

No, no. I'm OK. She fucked with me. I deserved it. I...
I can see him. He's just goin' to go. I blew it. I blew it. I..

Yeah, yeah. I hear you. I hear you. Thanks but I'm fine. I...
He never meant it, never. Never, never, never...how dumb am I?

One more drink. Count one hundred...sneak away. Two hundred..
He looked. He looked. No, he looked...not at me. What? His lips...what?

One eighty-nine, one eighty-eight...who she? Nah. Too late. Smile.
Oh. Her. She looks rough. Look at her. She laughs like a bloody horse.

One fourty, one thirty-thirty-...God, she's lookin' mighty pretty...One fourty..
Oh go on, stupid cow, drunk horse...go to him. Go make him feel good.

"Hi-ello. Looky, er, I'm not good right now so dancing is out. DANCING..."
That makes it easy. Fuck him.Fuck her. Too loud. Too loud. Can't think. I...

Shit...easy street...she is HOT. Dancin', I'm only dancin, I'm whoa! She IS hot!
Sneak out. Yeah. Sneakin' Sally through the Alley....yeah, yeah, yeah. Leave..

Fall in to me, you wanna fall in to me. I got you, babe. I got...hey, nice bits. Nice tits...
Groper...bloody grope her. Don't look my way. Look my way. Look...I am going.

Aw, the hell. We want it. "Do you want it? DO YOU WANT IT?" Fuck. Too loud.
He looked. He looked. He looked. He looked...He IS looking. I won't look back...

Oh, fuck. She heard that. She fuckin' heard that...I can't look at her. I look..I..
"Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm just goin'.Tired... and it's late. Er, no. I put it down some where..."

Who he...christ, what a drongo. You can have her. I got my gir-uh-uh-urhl..." You do? Hi, I'm Pete.."
Last dance with you? Ah, romance lives. Oops.Steady up there.Yea. One drink, then..

Where? Where?....Taxi, stay, outside, my place, your place. " You gotta room?
"No. I walked here." "Yes. I had a guy. He was here a minute ago...but it's all over now."

"Here? You mean here? TOO LOUD. C'mon. C'mon, won't you show me where it's at?"
Aw, the hell. We want it. "Do you want it? DO YOU WANT IT?" Fuck. Too loud.

tectak from 1967.
Modified.[/i]
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#2
That was fun to read, clever the way the same lines switched places, a vivid but sad story
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(02-01-2015, 09:56 PM)ellajam Wrote:  That was fun to read, clever the way the same lines switched places, a vivid but sad story
...and oft' told much, much later. Smile
Thanks,ella...how old are you again?
er...and what's your favourite condom flavour.
...times they are a'changing.(clue)
Best,
tectak.
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#4
The good news is that the years that were already fuzzy at the time have almost evaporated by now.
And condom-free, woohoo.
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#5
I got a headache reading it. Quite an accomplishment, to make me feel dizzy and cause the world to go blurry with the power of your words. I found it depressing, but I expect that was your intention. Confused
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(02-03-2015, 02:55 AM)Leah S. Wrote:  I got a headache reading it. Quite an accomplishment, to make me feel dizzy and cause the world to go blurry with the power of your words. I found it depressing, but I expect that was your intention. Confused
Yeh. That's how I got all the girls. Dizzy and Blurry...Oh, what a night !
Thanks,
tectak
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