all the phoses and the growsin {bastille/dionysus} blitz
Jan 20, 2017 18:51:56 GMT -5
Post by rook on Jan 20, 2017 18:51:56 GMT -5
dionysus
i'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
that you made with plastic power
your rhinestone eyes are like
factories far away
so call the mainland from the beach
your heart is now washed up in bleach
the waves are rising for this time of year
and nobody knows what to do with the heat
under sunshine pylons we'll meet
while rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky
that you made with plastic power
your rhinestone eyes are like
factories far away
"This isn't an embargo, Vose."
His breath is as stale as the harbour's musk. I always find it so strange how so many of the men in white uniforms are so horrendously filthy and disgusting when they are supposed to be the beacons of our society. Stained yellowing teeth from an unhealthy nicotine addiction, with a tongue that looks like some kind of sea-urchin. This man is anything but a good example to anyone.
I shift my weight onto my left side, my arm resting against the hull of my ship. I am helpless to watch as half a dozen men board without permission, passing between them most of my haul from today. Whilst it is mostly fish, there are some packages that weren't commissioned that I obtained from other vessels in a sort of backhand trade deal - that sort of stuff happens all the time, and generally the Peacekeepers don't care, they just take it if they find it. I'm more frustrated at seeing my hard day's work being hauled off with nothing in return.
"No? Well, this sure feels like an embargo." I bite my tongue to prevent myself from going further. I would like nothing more than to lay into this piece of shit, but having good relations with Peacekeepers makes my job all-the-more smoother. If he says there is an embargo on imports, regardless of whether that is true, I have to cooperate, no matter how much I want to pull the revolver from my waist and blast his wretched head from his shoulders.
His breath is as stale as the harbour's musk. I always find it so strange how so many of the men in white uniforms are so horrendously filthy and disgusting when they are supposed to be the beacons of our society. Stained yellowing teeth from an unhealthy nicotine addiction, with a tongue that looks like some kind of sea-urchin. This man is anything but a good example to anyone.
I shift my weight onto my left side, my arm resting against the hull of my ship. I am helpless to watch as half a dozen men board without permission, passing between them most of my haul from today. Whilst it is mostly fish, there are some packages that weren't commissioned that I obtained from other vessels in a sort of backhand trade deal - that sort of stuff happens all the time, and generally the Peacekeepers don't care, they just take it if they find it. I'm more frustrated at seeing my hard day's work being hauled off with nothing in return.
"No? Well, this sure feels like an embargo." I bite my tongue to prevent myself from going further. I would like nothing more than to lay into this piece of shit, but having good relations with Peacekeepers makes my job all-the-more smoother. If he says there is an embargo on imports, regardless of whether that is true, I have to cooperate, no matter how much I want to pull the revolver from my waist and blast his wretched head from his shoulders.
so call the mainland from the beach
your heart is now washed up in bleach
the waves are rising for this time of year
and nobody knows what to do with the heat
under sunshine pylons we'll meet
while rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky
