& anotherUser:Serprex 20:40, September 3, 2011 (UTC)
I'm waking up frozen
I'm frozen in a bow, awaiting reunion
I'm damned
Very well
Some yearning calls, some regretful sobs, some vain denials, some righteous accusations, some sorrowful sobs
One face murmurs "see five" in response to "dee four"
Irony: for someone who tries to avoid the worst, this is quite the predicament
Tie me down like a bitch
Far fetch for a vamp
I'm going to lose all my friends if I keep doing that
How long? Time doesn't matter. Only its perception
I'm frozen in a bow, awaiting reunion
It's not far off, the emotional landslide in physical terms
How far off? Time doesn't matter. Only its perception
Which line? Move order doesn't matter. Only it's resultant position
Transposition: slipping into an alternate reality. Both ways
With modifications of the simple rules taught to children, recursion is eliminated in order to massage an acyclic directed graph
Now I'm here. Then there. Never more
Until inevitability: serial killers get killed. One after another
Devil's in
Calamity error
Reunion effected
I'm still frozen in a bow
How are you? / Very well
Garners a chuckle
Pulled facing up. Released. Commanded: Stand up
Pulled standing up. Standing. Asked: Do I have to tell you everything?
I'm trying something old like something new: I'm not letting you off easy / You have to let it go / I have / Yet you're not letting me off easy / I don't let anyone off easy
Garners a chuckle
Do you believe in redemption from the Devil? / Define from / Both that the Devil is the thing to be redeemed from and the Devil as the redeemer / What you're hypothetically proposing seems rather a rather sharp two faced line / As is the case with any sharp line: best be careful, yet daring / Very well / Do you believe in redemption from the Devil? / Sure / Then understand: this second chance isn't bought, it's loaned / Very well
& she's left alone
I'm in a party's corner, spinning full throttle on the Nash equilibrium of platonic love. Full throttle in so far as alcohol will allow. Now sitting across from me: Hey, what's going? / Unicum Bitters (with extended glass. Taken: a whiff, a frown, a sip, a grimace) / That's the worst thing I've drank in a long time. Awful / As you / (With glare and hand pointing off to the side) Who do you think you are? / Very Well
& gone