Lines I've written in stories I haven't published at this time but I like them so Imma just put it here with no context.
"We're too pretty for this shit."
His recollection hit him like a bottle thrown by a drunk man hitting a wall.
"Are you going to kiss me or throw me in a lake?"
Honestly, I think my doing nothing was a better effort than this.
"No, its the perfect time to bomb-proof this shithole."
"Now cower!"
I'm good.
I have no idea if he ended up fucking (Or getting fucked? I don't know how it fucking works.) that guy.
"We're still too pretty for this shit!"
I am stunned, stunned I say.
"I want to slam you against a wall with you not knowing if I'm going to kiss you or choke you, I want to tackle you to the ground as I'm deciding whether to slap you or yank your shirt up, I want to stab you in the chest and drag my tongue across the wound."
"If you don't comply I have a lovely little crate called a tool box which contains a lovely little instrument called pilers which I can use to remove your lovely little body parts called teeth."
Reckon they'll get eaten by something before they've run a couple miles?
It's embarrassing for every washed up sad-sap staying at this dump to be associated with a pimped-out bimbo who's probably had more STDs than I've had shots.
"I don't even want to look at you again."
Well, lets hope she starts fixating on him and my sleep schedule goes back to normal.
My fucking god, what is this, Howdy Doody? What kind of grown adult needs to be taught how to apologize?
...Motherfucker, a guy just tried to destroy this place.
"So, yeah, press down on the elbow like that and they'll tell you anything you wanna know."
Yeah, just getting a bunch of folks who've been dealing with the consequences of trusting people for decades to forget every defense mechanism they've picked up, it'll be like taking candy from a baby, you don't even need to be wished good luck because that's how easy it'll be.
"Then stab me in the gut and call me a masochist, bitch."
Snake's aren't slimy.
Why is he slimy?
Why is he slimy?
Fucking christ, is this dame lobotomized?
"Ain't you a war criminal?"
"'Least there are stairs for me to throw myself down."
"Your masculinity could be broken by a baby with a bubble wand."
And did you get your lobotomy at Claires?
Casually sprawled out like a vogue model or a femboy.
High school. Boom, chills down your spine. Oh, you didn't get any? You're a liar. You lied. Stop lying, bitch.
I cut off my alleged father by hitting the power button on the blender.
I'll admit, my boiling hatred cooled down a little when he was kinda hot.
She said my name (Thank the ever-loving fuck it was the right one.), said I was a transfer student (No shit.) and told my fellow inmates to give me a warm welcome (Please no, I already have four layers counting the bra, make the welcome very cold.)
Wow, commenting on an Asian person's eye shape, what an original joke that will certainly be funny every time its told.
"Oh, for fucks sake, will you shut the fuck up, fuck the fuck off and throw yourself off a fucking cliff, you tit-less Heather Chandler?"
"Now why don't you close your overused mouth and stop screaming like some big-breasted bitch in a towel running up stairs instead of out the front door before I make you the Anne Boleyn to my Henry The Eighth?"
So sorry to correct you, but there's a difference between a pervert and a slut, and I am very much the latter.
I was tempted to kick a wall, or hurl a soap dispenser at them.
I'd get the house to myself.
Or share it with my boyfriend.
Well, more just share my bedroom.
More just my bed, actually.
"'Least I ain't a whore."
"'Least I ain't unemployed."
blue rhymes with you, boopity burple, but no actual words rhyme with purple. so the poem says blue, smoopity smurple, because it wouldn't rhyme if we used the word purple.
