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Saw Him Standing There: Two“John-”
I stop for a second, and hesitate. We’re the only ones in our “bedroom”, so it’s not like I am afraid of being overheard by anyone...well, maybe I am, but I don’t try to think of that. What I’m trying to figure out is how to talk to John about, well, my feelings, and Ringo...but will he listen? Or will he just laugh at me?
“Well, spit it out, son!” says John, and I look in his direction, and barely make out a scowl on his face in the dark. I take a deep breath.
“IthinkImightbequeerforRingo.” I blurt out and it echoes in the small room, and amplifies the silence around it. I gulp and wait for John’s reaction. Should I cover my ears?
“Fuck, I didn’t literally mean ‘spit’! Say it slowly, Geo!” Came his response. I reckon I should take this more slowly. I don’t want to creep him out by admitting my queer feelings for the short, adorable, amazin
Just a warning maybeI'm into a lot of new stuff including (but not limited to)
so I'll probably be submitting more of that kind of thing along with the Beatles and everything else.
Okay carry on~
Mah Kitty :cMy cat has severe gingivitis and might have to get the rest of his teeth taken out, (He's had it before and most of them are already gone) and he was in so much pain so we're going to have to force his mouth open and put medicine in it. *sigh*
http://chat.deviantart.com/chat/OvieOvieOvie is my new chatroom where you can talk to me quicker than comments. Because sometimes I don't feel like answering those.
I watched the Avengers for the first time evar yesterday. My dad and I bought the channel that played it for 72 hours and we haven't changed the channel since. So I've probably watched it at least five times, give or take. I love it so much.
"Loki might be beyond reason but he is my brother!"
"He killed 80 people in two days."
Love that stuff.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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