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poopybird
06 June 2006 @ 01:05 am
8.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me – first the entire episode of Lauri freaking out in that bar, and now he wasn’t even able to deny my speculations about him cheating on me.

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poopybird
01 June 2006 @ 02:36 am
7

Perttu had said words that Lauri had not wanted to hear; he would have argued, asked why, explained finally – he wanted to. It was what he'd come here for - but then things changed and he had to run blindly, stiff-arming the door before him, not caring where it led. His eyes were blanked, his mind screaming to escape, to flee.
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poopybird
22 May 2006 @ 02:42 am
6.
Going to that bar felt like walking straight towards my doom. Is this how Aragorn must have felt when he had entered the Paths of the Dead - determined to do the right thing, but at the same time realising that the end was laying ahead, waiting for him?
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poopybird
14 May 2006 @ 04:54 am
5

Lauri groaned and lifted his head, wondering if Perttu had set some of his damn Tolkien dwarves on his brain. Lots of small beardy things were tramping around the inside of his skull with hobnail boots on all the while using axes on what was left of his wits and singing somethig like 'ja ja ja, we'll bash Lauri's head in'.

... or something.
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poopybird
11 May 2006 @ 03:28 am
4.
It had been two weeks since the day I had followed Lauri to the harbour. Two weeks since my promise to leave him alone for a while with his troubles, but now I desperately regretted ever saying those words.
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poopybird
06 May 2006 @ 11:44 pm
Filthy


Verse

I feel filthy
My house is full of empties
No soap to give you
I don't have to dust for you
You sound Hooverless
And you say I don't care
I used to wash up for you
And you said I don't make my bed
and I've not changed -
but nor have you.

Chorus

Filthy, wooah, filthy
I feel so dirty, yeaah
Filthy
You know how to make me feel.


Verse

I dropped an iron on you
Didn't mean to hurt you
I didn't mean to poison your rice
Didn't want to make you cry
My window's dirty
I can't see right through them
You used to clean them for me
But you left without a sigh
And lost the sponge
But so did I.

Chorus

I never thought that the grime and the dusters
Would make me not fancy your wiener.
You'd better go send for the Cleaner...

Filthy....

Dirty....
 
 
Current Mood: drunkdrunk
Current Music: Guilty - TR
 
 
poopybird
01 May 2006 @ 11:45 pm
3

Lauri stormed out of the bedroom, intending to put on his shoes, his jacket and escape from his lover's questioning. Heading towards the hallway, he was halted by the crash of something smashing against the wall near his head. Ducking automatically, he spun on his heel to find Perttu glaring at him, hard-eyed and furious, hefting another plate.
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poopybird
29 April 2006 @ 01:58 am
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The water wasn't hot enough, the brush he scrubbed his body with not rough enough. He would never be clean, not even if he scoured all his skin from his bones. He was filthy, defiled, dirty.

The hiss of water was the only sound in his ears, that and his own soft moans as he soaped and scrubbed and soaped again. His whole body ached and smarted. Fresh blood ran into the drain, diluted once more by an unforgiving deluge.

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poopybird
24 April 2006 @ 11:06 pm
Title – Do Unto Others...
Authors – The Feathered Serpents
Disclaimer – All stories contained on this site are fictional, which means that while the characters may be loosely based on the public personas of real people, the stories themselves are completely untrue and are in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named.

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The street was relatively quiet. A recent storm had made people run for shelter and no one had yet ventured from their houses or the bars. Only a few cars drove slowly along the street - those who were sober enough to drive home, perhaps. The stores had closed long ago. The faint hiss of the occasional set of wet tyres winding through puddles and the muted drip of water livened the night air. A downpipe spattered thick trickles of water onto the hollow lid of a trash bin. Everything else was muted by the rain.

Somewhere, someone screamed – a tortured, pained scream – a scream of fury, fear and hatred.
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poopybird
19 April 2006 @ 04:07 am
Title – The Tail End Of Sleep
Authors – The Feathered Serpents
Disclaimer – All stories contained on this site are fictional, which means that while the characters may be loosely based on the public personas of real people, the stories themselves are completely untrue and are in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named.

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The tickling touch of a hand gliding down his spine made Lauri slowly open his eyes. He was lying comfortably on his stomach, his head cradled in his arms and a pillow jammed firmly against this cheek. He did not move, but only let out a soft 'mmm'.
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