tuesday_goth_night Death of a Rose this is misstree's day to get primed (into the anger zone) for the night ahead....in my oh so humble opinion....so anything she's roars out on tuesday blather is just her way of fueling the fire...so to speak... . 040106 ... misstree is being more of a bitch than normal heh heh heh... very observant, but imho very slightly off... tuesday is my release, so by the day of, i tend to have a bit of the old gerrr built up... 's not something i purposely promote or succumb to... just kinda how my weekly mental cycle runs... hadn't noticed that so explicitly before, though. hrmm. 040106 ... Death of a Rose yeah...it was only, after all, an observation. . 040106 ... Lemon_Soda Observing misstree's thought patterns is like divining the flight path of a butterfly. It moves in cycles in the long run, but the immediate picture always leaves me guessing. Atleast I know she likes to stop and smell the roses. 040106 ... Death of a Rose she has caught my scent all right. 040108 ... .fallen wish I were there 040224 ... misstree we three shall bring pieces of you to smear over the eyes of the disposessed, lurve. 040224 ... misstree so it's not on tuesdays anymore. it's moved to sunday, and it's an hour away and only every other week but there it is. addicted and disgusted... no, disgusted is too strong a word. it's that little downward prick at the corners of my mouth for all the things such places could be and aren't, it's the sigh and the reason i'm such a shit to these people. for o, my brothers and sisters, i really am a shit. yes, i tussle for fun, but i bite and gouge and lock and pressure point because i don't care whether or not they think it's a pleasent experience. and this, my dolls, is why i want a bigger town. they come back for more. they have to be the big macho shits, and they'd rather have their ear ripped off than admit they're not... what? as mean as me? more likely i'm meaner than quicker or stronger or better trained... and i would sure as fuck tap out if someone did this stuff to me. but no. they look like idiots rather than get beat by a girl. a few weeks ago, dunno if i told blatherland about this, but i met a member of the scott county wrestling group thingy, dun't remember it too clear but i know from memory and witnesses that i had him by the throat, dropped onto my back and slammed him on his head, he flipped over, and 3 seconds into a wicked chokehold i'm being startled by this tap tap tapping on my arm. while i think that this is kind of neat, i consider myself lucky; it's rock paper scissors in any sort of quick scrap, who gets who where how quick... and this was over in about five seconds total. but this week, the little darling is telling me how he got me to tap out, and shows me a few of the most useless submission locks ever. the first one left my arms completely free, and it was like skinnning an orange to drive my thumb under his chin and peel him off of me. another was apparently a figure 4, which was pretty but you basically have to have a willing subject. i'm rambling. (wrong page!) what am i talking about? i'm talking about the most entertainment i can dredge up from these people is being an utter shit to them and still being fucking adored. three months here, less at this goth night, and when i walk in, piglets squeal, "tree!!!" *le_fucking_sigh* it's the people that don't squeal and throw open their arms for a hug that i'm usually there to see, the ones that will wait for me to have my coat off and really be there and have a piece of brain to spare them. but it's all good. because there usually are people there worth a piece of brain, and what good is a watering hole without lame meatlings and the music's good and if i can't have enough freaks around me, i might as well watch the peasents dance and kiss the ground. i realise this all sounds really mean and egotistical, but really, i'm not hurting anyone too egregiously with it; i did not, in fact, rip off the boy's ear, though he was pushing me that way, and emotional damage is negligible; will you really be scarred for life if i came back and promised to kiss you but didn't? and the occasional lovecraftian investigator or anarchist eyecandy with some gray matter make it worth the while, even if the excuse to dress up and high amount of oddness and the pretty f'in decent mucic and a nice wide dance floor weren't enough. okay, i'm petered out. no more random feces smearing for you. g'night. 041207 ... ambermoon its goth night and where oh where is our little goth girl? 041207 what's it to you? who go blather from