Don't Drink and FlirtA pounding head.For a long moment, that's all there is. She would love to open her eyes or stretch her arms out, but her eyelids are no match for gravity, and every joint is brittle. She lies motionless, a lean frame covered with a slightly wrinkled blue and gold uniform, as she tries hard to find two sensible thoughts that will fit together in the jigsaw of consciousness.Finally, she groans extendedly, and pulls open violet eyes to survey her surroundings. The room is large, dark, and empty, except for herself, and another motionless figure at her feet, who is using her thigh for a make-shift pillow. He is clothed in toned down greens and browns, and capped with a full head of highly-gelled, gold-colored strands of hair. Her gaze lingers; she has never seen him sleep. But the calm is not long, broken when she moves and gives the golden head a swift kick with a bare foot. He awakens with a jolt and a four letter word in another language."What in the seven hells…"He mutters, and rub
The BeingThere is a manstruggling just to stay alivepaycheck to paycheck from white-washed house, to bright red van, to itsy bitsy cubical,and back again, without a thoughtThere is a beingwatching the very same struggledecade to decade with stars for eyes, a beard of ideas, a milky way tail,and planet toes, with life between It wiggles its toe;the earth quakes. It snaps its fingers;a black hole comes to life. It licks its lips;a war is started. It blinks its eye;time runs the other way.The being watches the man as we watch an ant--with pity and contempt,knowing creature beneath it doesn't comprehend how little it comprehendsOr that this higher being exists.
KarmaI was happily married to a pretty young thingWe fell in love and I gave her my ring'Bout 12 years ago, maybe 20 in allOr could have been 5, I can't quite recallFor the first few years we had heaven on earthThere was nothing that could have matched her worthMore precious than rum in a drunkard's mindA pair of bluer eyes you never will findChorus:Oh, woe is me!You won't believeUnless you seeWith your own eyesBut it's no lieWell, things will change and most people will growWas it meant to be? I sure didn't know!A daily routine that was soon old and rustingA marriage that needed more than a dustingPlease don't blame me, you'd have done the sameHonestly I should have burst with the shameSee, I'm just a man with hands that wander'Twas by chance they found the lady yonder!(Chorus)The lady was fine but the one that was mineShe did not understand a man's designTo pass up the offer would have been sinThough it's the cause of the trouble I'm inNow my wife,
Resistance"Saline." A demon's voice. Harsh on the ears, sharp, cold and accusing-- which was only to be expected when he addressed her. The owner was a dark-haired creature with an expensive white suit and rougishly handsome face.Saline froze, nearly to the door way."Ac'don?" she answered slowly. He demanded she call him by this title, since he would not reveal his true name. The word roughly translated to 'master' in the demon's own language. There had been a time when the title was fitting."Come here."She did, wordlessly, moving with the quickness and ease of water. Everything about her was black, from ebony hair and eyes to a quietly dark voice. She was a shadow, even in the artificial light of a large dining room. For a breif second, 2 gazes clashed; cruel steel against empty black."What is this?" The demon motioned in the direction of an elegantly carved wine glass, full to the brim with the richly colored liquid. Salines heart slipped, but she gave no sign."It looks to be demon wine.
9 Years Of Life9 years of lifeso very youngdress-up, play housepretend life is funjust playingwatch and you'll learn9 years of lifeoh so matureback seat, back talkone minute olderjust waitingwatch and you'll learn9 years of lifeso elasticsee MTVenclosed by the sickjust soakingwatch and you'll learn