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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 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
Yeah, I did. I'd been drinking, which is something I've mostly stopped doing since my last inmate and my trip back home, but I was not drunk. I do have self-control, even if I ignore it sometimes. I wasn't talking with him so much as listening to him talk about you. He does that extraordinarily well, you know.

Feeling bad is a good thing, Richie. Which I know sounds odd, but there it is. People need to have regret and guilt and we can't all be happy sunshine people forever. [If at all, but that's beside the point.]

Date: 2011-09-26 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
...Why was he talking about me? It sounds like something I should worry about when you say it like that.

I do though! I feel bad about stuff. Like when Seth gets pissed at me about things. 'Cause he yells and shit and I don't like getting him upset at me. [No, not with. AT.]

Date: 2011-09-27 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
You don't have to worry about a thing. I went to him for the same reason I always used to. I'm stuck on something and he knows how to help. He always just knows what to say, even if its fifty percent bullshit. On this particular night I just wanted someone to talk to who understood the way I think because I know he thinks the same way. [Fffff- Why is he talking, why can't he stop talking-]

That's not the same thing though. You're feeling bad because you hate the punishment that follows, and not because you realize what you're doing is wrong.

Date: 2011-09-27 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Well I still don't like you talking to people about me. It makes me paranoid because I'm fucking insecure, okay? I assume everybody's out to get me because I had a shitty childhood that I'm still not over and I resent the fact that you seem to think you know everything and can judge people just because you've got a piece of paper that says you're smart.

The fact that I have your file doesn't mean I'm gonna look at you differently. It probably should, but it won't happen.

...How's that different? That's how you learn what you're not supposed to do, isn't it?

Date: 2011-09-29 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grahamcommawill.livejournal.com
You're not the only one paranoid about things, or the only person who's had bad things happen to them. It has changed you, sure, but I don't think that's all there is to you. I don't know everything, I'll be the first to admit that, and sure I'm judgmental but it's easier for me to be.

Wait, you have my file? How?

Date: 2011-09-29 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
I don't know, I just do. I woke up and it was there. You had some pretty cool cases even if they were kinda fucked up.

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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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