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I'm a riddle, wrapped inside an enigma, wrapped inside a taco.

{Always} (Right) {There} [Michie] Oct 15, 2011 13:58:35 GMT -5

Post by Ally is tentatively back on Oct 15, 2011 13:58:35 GMT -5

Oh they turn their heads, embarrassed. Pretend that they don't see...
That it's one misstep, one slip, before you know it.
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.

I stagger dizzily. Too much... what was it? Oh yeah, Vodka. Too much Vodka. I giggle to myself and plop down with my friends. "I am not drunk enough yet." I state, tossing my arm around the shoulders of Loretta, my best friend.

"You're dead drunk, Nessie!" She protests with a laugh. "How can you not be drunk enough yet?"

"Because..." I begin, snatching her beer and taking a long gulp, "I am not tempted to make out with you yet, so I clearly need to be more drunk. Much more drunk." I laugh, and she just snorts. I bump her with my hips, and she bumps me back, knocking me off the couch. Well, what'd she expect when she's like three times my size? I stand and brush myself off, swaying and giggling.

"You are waaaaay too drunk!" Loretta exclaims.

I grin at her. "Not if I can still dance, bitch!" I slur.

So that's what I do, dance, and trace the music in the air while continuing to gulp down alcohol.

After about an hour of that we flop back on the couch. "Drunk enough now?" She asks with a giggle. I can't talk so I just nod. She gives me a concerned look. "Hey, you okay? You don't look so good. Maybe you should call somebody." I open my mouth to protest, but instead I puke. "Ew!" She protests.

I glare at her and reach into my pocket for my phone. I immediately dial '1' on speed dial. I cling to the phone as it rings softly. I hear the quiet click that means the phone's been picked up. "Shar!" I mumble, feeling dizzy and sick.

"Nessie? What's up?" He asks.

I could start crying. "Shar, I need you to come pick me up, okay? I'm really drunk and I feel sick. I think I'm gonna pass out." I manage to choke out slowly. I move the phone from my face and puke again. I think I might've started crying when I put it back, but I'm not totally sure. "Jus' please come pick me up..." I mumble thickly.

I've fallen. I have sunk so low. I messed up, better I should know.
So don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so. Oh, I've messed up, Better I should know.
Don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so.

Last Edit: Oct 15, 2011 14:50:09 GMT -5 by Ally is tentatively back

The Hypocrisy of Truth
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Faith is the child of fear.

{Always} (Right) {There} [Michie] Oct 16, 2011 9:41:01 GMT -5

Post by The Hypocrisy of Truth on Oct 16, 2011 9:41:01 GMT -5

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden

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Ah, the smell of drunken debauchery at some ungodly hour of the night. Is there anything better? I declare there is not. My drinking is kept to a minimum as usual. I'm not an alcoholic, just a party guy. Somehow people equate the two. This frustrates me so. I have sex. I party. I go to clubs and drink some, not a lot, but some. And no drugs. Ever. I can't stand the things. I'm sure that if I didn't have a twin sister to watch out for I would, but drugs most definitely don't go well with needing to be alert.

Of all the things I could be doing, here I sit with my 'friends', watching them take in as much wretched alcohol as their bodies allow. I on the other hand have had a single beer, and am just about as sober as can be.

Suddenly I hear my phone ring and I can already assume who it is. "Yes, Nessie dear?" I half say and half sigh as I pick up the phone, already knowing what she is about to ask of me. And I was right. I hear her voice on the other end asking me to come and pick her up. Though, I also recognize that she truly isn't feeling well. Upon hearing her vomit on the other line, I start racing towards my car with my rather expensive jacket left forgotten. I would come back for it later, but who am I kidding. It's my jacket. It belongs to Sharden Brillick. It won't be there when I get back.

"Sweetheart, hang on. I'll be there in a minute okay. Just lay down and relax until I get there." Quite thankful that I won an extremely fast car, I make my way to her in record time. I practically run up to Loretta's apartment and knock loudly before just bursting in.

Before I even get Loretta's permission to enter all the way, I'm already at Nessie's side, holding her hand and stroking her hair back gently. "Hello there, darling. How are you feeling now?" I asked her gently as I continue softly stroking her hair.

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Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.

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Last Edit: Oct 16, 2011 9:54:11 GMT -5 by The Hypocrisy of Truth

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{Always} (Right) {There} [Michie] Oct 16, 2011 10:20:17 GMT -5

Post by Ally is tentatively back on Oct 16, 2011 10:20:17 GMT -5

You were my conscience, so silent now you’re like water,
We started drowning, not like we’d sink any further,
But I let my heart go; it’s somewhere down at the bottom.

I feel my lips forming into a pout. How do I feel? Jeez, that's kinda a ridiculous question, now isn't it? I know Shar's worried and all, but damn. Asking me how I'm feeling while I'm pretty much passed out on the couch is just obnoxious. Yeah, that's mean to think. Shhhh, self, he's just freaking out. Stop being bitchy. Except I have a right to be bitchy! No I don't... ugh, no more thinking. "Awful." I answer finally. "Completely and utterly awful." I groan as my head starts pounding. "Can we just go home?"

I quickly shift and bring my hand to my mouth as bile rises in my throat. I swallow it down, and then moan thinly.

I’ll stop the whole world; I’ll stop the whole world,
From turning into a monster, eating us alive
Don’t you ever wonder how we survive?

WIP

Last Edit: Nov 19, 2011 3:21:27 GMT -5 by Ally is tentatively back