would you smooch a ghost { marys blitz
Mar 21, 2016 1:22:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 1:22:09 GMT -5
[presto][/presto]
This week has been, well, a disaster - the party, dealing with Myra and the mess that is Ambrose - it's a damn lucky thing that it happened to the most prepared character here. You see darling, it wouldn't have been as bad had it served even half of its purpose; Myra's ass had my name etched in red lipstick in capital letters. I don't get on my knees for much for hell would I be a sinner for her to give me her room, for goodness sake I'm practically the king of the bitch and I don't even have ventilation.
It's just not alright.
By summer it's worse, the heat of the ruins all trapped from the outside - it's practically where dreams come to die. I drape the couch, romanticized as I fall with a gentle sigh. "Oooooh," my wrist across my forehead, the glow of concentrated heat barely doing justice for me. "I deserve better." Breathing into my elbow, loud enough for any dreary apprentice to hear; this living room is hot enough to make me look like an understudy.
Honestly being the pinnacle of underground fashion comes with its price, and damn the heat I won't lose to it. Lucky for me and lucky for mother nature's ass that I can't physically beat that bitch, there's enough workers in this pit for a single queen bee. Usually I don't settle for less than my Napsy, but he's asleep in the basement so I prop my thigh on the top of the couch - with legs like these who wouldn't come crawling to fan me?
Asphyxiated, I practically moan out "it's so damn hot in here isn't it?" and I sigh into my elbow.
"Why must I suffer alone?"[ robot prince ]