kiss to the judge

Punk music. Where to start. There.
I grew up at nine with one word in my head that was riot. With a capital R. RIOT. I had a kindergarten love, his name was Ole-Gunnar, and when I was there at nine, his name and the only thing he said to me with his pictured head and orange hair and as his voice was the only thing that reached through me was ,- RIOT. If my love mattered at all, all my weight landed on the base of all my thoughts from when I was in kindergarten at one up till I was nine. All my thoughts about him, every day and every second of every tenth click in my breath and my foggy day, every second that I thought of saving him.

Then I was in bed, the thin duvet was tucked tight around my bent up knees, as I leant on my pillow that was supporting me against the wall in an upright vertical position, I had a white book resting in the curve between my hips, my thighs, and my knees. The font inside the book had circles at the end of every letter. As music notes. The yellow-white light lit up my thighs pretty well, I was aware of the circle from the light that shone on the wooden wall behind me.

Every time I'd checked the mail of the mailbox of 1S, I'd follow the gravel for 15 metres upwards and cross the four metre gravel line of private property to lean on the wooden gate of the house situated close to the crossroads. The yard of gravel on the inside was big, there was room for at least 4 big cars, and you could fit 20 of me inside one car. I think I lured at her, but this dog came running towards me every time, this brown spattered bird dog, one time the eight time she came running, her master came tagging along and told me her name was Happy. Couse I was sure I was asking.

My aunt had a car and sometimes we'd ride to the forest that was grey and black, gloomy and scary. We'd keep on the road, and as I always looked out at the trees we passed, one S turn we drove on there was a house on the left hand side, up on a hill, it was red brick with two towers, and the forest behind it looked dead. Where laughter stilled around the pond.

Smart Romance.

DESIRE
How to begin. There we go. Roofers.
In February I went to the united states of america, and sat down in a bar. And three guys -on benches in a triangle along the walls- around me- yelled out "roofers!" I named one of they Billy, then there was Tim, Dave, Ben and dyka (me). All the whilst Fenriir Ravhiin was sniggering.The stampede of the hoo-ha was that no-one had ever been to Texas before. And there was a rifle in the room. I had two pigtails, and in, each an umbrella. The left one was pink and the right one was yellow.

"Back when I was your girl"

I was bouncing towards the booth, as I had the entrance door on my left; a small glass door; then a square; a cold room- , then the thick, dark cherry wooden exit door. A big square glass window 4 metre diagonally, and slightly green in the iridescence, frameworked the warm atmosphere that emitted from the two leathery red-clad benches, where my four friends were waiting, holding martini glasses, leaning, and smiling at eachother. Billy had just finished a sentence, always acute and poignant to the point as he was used to his friends never getting the joke, he leaned back against the backsupport and watched scout as she rivered towards him.

--- i'm puny boy, i'm puny boy

don't!
don't! Then s/he whispered to herself; "-don't you ever say a word"
a word, 
WorD.
Of what you ever thought you heard. 

Herd.

Don't you ever tell Sol
-that 

YOU KNOW!

I tried to hide, but I still believe,
WE, 
that we were always meant to be. WE. 
I could never -let- 
you'r- show-
GO!


YO!


Fenriir had been feeling the bulk in his pants for ten minutes now, well accustomed and already attrieved a system for his dick calming down, he fixated his Aztec mind on the blond 50-year old woman sitting right next to him. She was reminding him of a witch he had read and was alerted about in the newspaperclipping in the second term of his two-week-long journey, when his mind was absently aspread into spider grey silk wrappigs.

Onto the fountain she jumped. The black/blue slacks and tight bun cheeks, the age was unable to tell, she landed in the pond and made a big splash. I looked up real quick and to the right and surprised and feeling spat at, I fell in love with Timy.@

Explanation needed:
Rifle (the gun)
Tim (he) turned into Timy (her)

They had all abandoned their side. They had turned to Her side. She was known for being cute and innocent. Her smile and her dark completion reminded guys of the colour of shit that they saw on the sidewalk where "their" Pristine bitch shat, while they took and took their breath and inhaled the odour.

Andrij had been winching his head to and fro from right to left for about three and a half times now, the colour of his soul lit up bright black, and the look in his eyes acclaimed that he was not present, he had been brainwashed- there was somebody else there. Someone eviler.

Sol was standing at the end of the living room right where the door meet the rectangular hallway, the oiled dark painted bed-room was slightly to her right and behind her. It was where her younger cousin used to sleep when he was a teenager, sleeping without covers covering his body, his mother had abandoned him, his grown up aunt sexually molested him and his solitudinous older female cousin held their ground, in silence, they had agreed to never let go of the horse. To always hold trust.

I have recorded the warnings for ten minutes, the black metal chain saying =I will kill you= over and over, repeateaously, in my head for ten minutes. I recalled being five years old and predicting this moment back when I was twentysix, my life had accumalated up to this point of where assasination wasn't a mere threat but a factual point in my life where I stood up and recalled what I had planned on when I was five. When I was five years old. And EVIL.
Flashback to when I was 25. I was staring at a screen. The sceen was filled with an american who represented bullying, he reached out to his left, reached for Andrij the rapist, who was known for raping dykas and pups and bitches, he reached out, this Donner, Thunder, the exiled Irish, and touched Andrij McConnells hand, the man who had already been enslaved, they seeked for entrustment and brotherhood, relied on Winters. Somewhat underlying, knowing and understanding that it was Smeen all along. And she knew all about their rape plans of raping her, because she had a #troll on her side, and this troll happened to LOVE Disney's The little Mermaid, Sebastian, Off Synch, Off beat, Reaggae, and Bitches. 

So they lead them into Kithicor.

Smeen was leading the pack. Kaymun was by her side. The grey wolf. And it was only them two. The two of them. United unto eternity by the eight.

He died, by the entrance, killed by two skeletons. Two pirates. Ten minutes earlier he had entrusted her with his skeleton finger, the white crust, which would work repeatedly three times onto his dying spot. She put it with the High elves bank. By the Queens guards. Then they agreed to split up. He was fine. He could do without her. She ran five paces, then her shoulders were sucked back towards blackness and the chains that held them forever. He ran around in circles for five minutes constantly calling her name, albeit she was right there. She was deeply in love and as a precaution Smeen was judging wheither green leaves were good to put up into her crotch when menstruating, to invite the pregnancy.

She had been standing by the druid circle, thinking of wheither to pay fifty platinums or sneak a ride, when Utwo appeared in front of her, invited her into his group without question and flipped open his spellbook. To outer commons, he said without a word, stood up and light blue crystal sparks lit up around him, then her. She split her hand, and her fingers, into a V and commented quick "beam me up, Scotty" before they vanished together as a group into the black, purple and sickly green void, to appear right next to, as Utwo put it, "an icecube!". 


--- I'm gonna call it a night. Quick thinking ;) ---