ancalagond

What disturbs me most unnervingly is that it's almost entirely bereft of hyperbole - such was the particularly hysterical and obnoxious shade of my horror at the time. It's admittedly garnished with a little over-pocked attention to detail and maybe the slightest twinge of embellishment for the sake of literary licence (I was feeling somewhat righteous in my histrionics), but it's all pretty much 99.8% accurate. Oh, the bilious, greased-for-your-pleasure horror.

The extra-large pump comes cheaper (as it were), you know. Spend an extra $2 or something equally upsetting, and you get an extra 50ml of vile stickiness. I imagine my sick over-lubricated twat of a brother thinks economically about these things.

Ooooh, ummm.... I can't remember very many specifics, largely because I rather neatly blocked out some of the more painful fundamentals of that night through a combination of sheer classical Freudian repression, and the magnitude of soporifics I took simply to actually sleep. I do rather shockingly remember something to the absolutely repulsive effect of
i will keep on loving u forever
there is nothing big enough to part us,
never
u r everything to me
because ur mine, together as 1,
baby

Oh, the bloody horror. There aren't enough [sic]s in the world.

who doesn't love a good story

A horribly over-stylized combination of misanthropy, literary nerdiness and a painfully socially deprived adolescence, I'm afraid. Though flattery'll get you everywhere, petal - my tremendously nasty thesis supervisor thinks I "overwrite".

As in the Archer adventures?

Score!

There used to be a group of locals that got together at Broadways, had drinks and shot pool... I just returned from Africa, and decided for a reunion tour before Miah Left the site...

There are a lot more People near Asheville than there were when I left...

So, Here's your invite. Late night, at Broadways

More info to come here

Later,
~D

If you're a creep, don't show...