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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 2:30 pm
Afternoon acoustic
The park on the opposite end of town from the state forest was a nice, manicured space, high hedges and neatly-tended flower beds. There were wildflowers and weeds and growing things, the sort of stuff that was usually absent from Aleksy's shop. Besides, sunlight was good for a body, or so Aleksy heard. He sat in the dirt with Thorne, both of them with sketchbooks in hand, though Aleksy also had a watercolor palette and a death glare that kept children away.
There was a tin lunchbox open within arm's reach, full of crappy orange cheese crackers and two water bottles, but Aleksy was ignoring it in favor of trying to capture an exact shade of golden yellow.
He cussed in Russian and flopped backwards on the ground. "I give up for now," he said to the sky, but also to Thorne.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 2:30 pm
Commissionelkbones heard u have comm from renard leroux me 2 whatd he ask u 4?
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:00 pm
10:14 PM
They're walking somewhere. Nowhere.
The cusp of night hangs around them, clustering in shadows tinged with the last remnants of sunlight, the aftermath of day. A storm is whispering in the distance. It will hit within the early hours of the morning. Thorne carries a bag stained with charcoal and spilling with art supplies. He is humming beneath his breath, a tuneless song, and watching Aleksy out of the corner of his eye.
The scent of rain and lightning and thunder carry across the asphalt, the streets, until it is right up against the small of their backs and the empty hollows of their ears. Above Thorne, a hurtling crowd of sparrows gets caught in a snare of violent wind and they tumble and tumble down.
He turns and watches them, watches the ones that fall and the ones that escape. "They're going to die in that storm," he says, but it sounds like he's saying something else.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:05 pm
Unfinishedshibrogane this leroux piece is going to take my soul. the shrikes have started looking like the hellspawn of satan and its 3AM what the ******** do you do when you can't sleep
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:09 pm
Unfinishedelkbones not sleep masturbate vodka coffee idk
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:27 pm
Unfinished shibrogane your list isn't helping i dont even have vodka. or coffee. or what are you even doing up
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:29 pm
Unfinishedelkbones u txtd cant sleep. bad dreams. 2 scared 2 try agn It was easier to be emotionally vulnerable over text, anyway.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:39 pm
UnfinishedA pause. No vodka. No sleep. Aleksy on the other end. shibrogane sorry i can't sleep either. woke myself up. and then, later, shibrogane tell me something anything
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 3:46 pm
UnfinishedQuote: pier 1 sells cupcake ferris wheel $40 attached: a video of a dingus spinning a fully-loaded cupcake ferris wheel. elkbones my dog is laika i call her kudryavka bc its less lame i hv a sister tate shes 6'3" n beautifuk n my bf wants 2 ******** her s**t 1nc painted selfie w crown of d**k flowers
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 11:50 pm
Unfinished shibrogane i guess the real question is whether or not i need that in my life There is a dry laugh, slow and amused. attached: DIY galaxy cupcakes shibrogane how badly do you think i can ******** up also: your boyfriend sounds like an a*****e. my cat is millicent, she'd like you probably i ******** my neighbor and i dont know what to do i really like him pics or it didn't happen
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 1:38 pm
UnfinishedQuote: do u want 2 ******** him again if u do, ******** him again mb ask him on date attached: a self-portrait with a crown of extremely phallic-looking orchids. also attached: a work in progress. there is a face involved. Quote: mans capacity for ******** >infinite if he let u f** him 1nc probly hed do it agn
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 1:47 pm
College"I never went to school," said Aleksy. They were on the docks by the beach today, sitting in the warm sun. Aleksy still wore his top, long pants, though he'd taken off his shoes in deference to the location. "I got a GED after I came back from Russia. Education is not on the high list of things for treatment of insane and disturbed." He tapped his chin with the ballpoint pen, eyes closed against the bright glare. "Such as myself, you see." His sketchbook pages today have been agitated drawings of faces, each of which was then hatefully scribbled out.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 7:31 pm
Unfinishedshibrogane theory is i want to take him on a date but i dont think im smart enough to ever make it to the door i dont know if he would say yes A pause. shibrogane s**t he probably wouldnt say yes he thinks he's a monster attached: a selfie of thorne making a face at the phallic-looking orchids. it is not a pleased face. shibrogane anyways i think i ******** up ha. i dont think you know me then. 5 minutes later, an attached image. A screenshot of an online purchase for a cupcake ferris wheel. shibrogane this is your fault so you're going to eat these ******** cupcakes when they're done
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 7:47 pm
CollegeThorne lounges beside Aleksy in jeans but his shirt has been discarded and he soaks the sun in as he draws, bent over his work so that the ink of the thorns at his shoulder blades seem to shift and shimmer in the sun and the shade. His eyes flicker to the other and away. "Whoever said that," he says, low and rolling, "was a piece of s**t." He pauses, looking down at his own work. Flowers in decay, nature in atrophy. Bodies and bruises. A stones throw from something unreal, balancing delicately on the edge of realism and not. The scenery around them and not."I barely passed high school. And then I split for the army. I ran from one problem right into the next." He smiles sideways at Alesky. His voice is a tremor. His fingers scratch over the paper, flowers on the edge of decay. "Bad habits die hard, it seems."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:38 am
UnfinishedAttached: a picture of Aleksy's dog. Laika is super cute and her big brown eyes are sweet and welcoming.
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