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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.
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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.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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