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We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

Although they are kinda cool underneath; did you know eyeballs don't squish as much as you'd think?


[Cheerful, AFFECTED Richie is both cheerful and affected!  Warning: he also shares ENTIRELY too much and is likely to run his mouth until you tell him you really would like him to stop talking.  And even then he might try to continue anyway.

Belated, and I really should have put this up sooner:

Trigger Warnings: contained below is casual discussion of rape, torture, animal abuse, accidental murder, and confusion between kink and domestic violence, as well as TERRIBLE anti-rape advice.]

Date: 2011-09-26 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
How don't you know what a weasel is? It's a weasel. Everybody knows what that is; I didn't even graduate and I know what a weasel is. But the fact that your patch is bolted on makes me feel better so I appreciate that.

Well yeah. But it would be worse if it started in your dick; it's the kind of thing people have nightmares about. Or like that magic trick where the magician makes you think you don't have one 'cause he's a douchebag.

Date: 2011-09-26 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-chang.livejournal.com
I am not human and I am reminded of this everyday, being turned into a human, whether through flooding or the expectations of humans is extremely irritating and I wish to kill whoever makes the mistake. I only don't because killing humans is tedious and only a few of them are even threatening. Plus, this coming back to life bothers me.

Date: 2011-09-26 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
But you look human. How can you not be human? I'm probably going to continue not to believe you because I'm having trouble adjusting to this whole situation, even though I act like I'm not; I'm really hoping this is all just one big nightmare and I'll wake up and everything will be the way it's supposed to be.

Date: 2011-09-27 11:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-chang.livejournal.com
I don't look human. You assume that I do, because you are of limited mind and experience. In other words, you are stupid.

Date: 2011-09-27 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
You DO look human though. You look like everybody else, I mean except for the eyepatch thing. So do vampires, but it's easier for me to ignore the things that disprove my opinions so I do.

Fuck you, I'm not stupid. Just narrow-minded and too stubborn for my own good; there's a difference.

So what are you if you're not human?

Date: 2011-09-27 11:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-chang.livejournal.com
No, I don't. I have a crest. I didn't always, but I do now. It is made from bone.

No, you're stupid.

I'm a Klingon.

//ffff sorry for dropping the ball. :/

Date: 2011-09-29 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
You....don't though. I don't see one anyway.

No, you're just an ass. I'm probably going to try to kill you in the hallways now and claim it was an accident because you pissed me off.

...Bullshit. Those don't actually exist.

Date: 2011-09-29 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-chang.livejournal.com
This? [He points to the crest on his forehead.]

You can try but you will fail. And likely die. But only if I'm in the mood. Sometimes, I'm not. this coming back from the dead thing gets me down.

Yes, they do.

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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