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User	ruejacobs | 2004-06-01 |
Subject	ybor trilogy
Message	when i came back three months later, and we met up at the square, you said ’we thought you killed the Astrologer, cause he disappeared when you did’. i sat down next to Lambie and Barbara and lit another clove. i said ’tastes like honey baked ham’ and Lambie yelled at you that the weather has never been right since the astronauts went up.( member how he hated the rain, when we caught a ride home with him and he almost drove off the bridge yelling ’it’s not stupid raining, it’s not stupid raining!’? well, we never accepted his offers again, that’s for sure.) and we passed Adam the rainbow brat’s drum around and crazy Cannibill the homeless guy what we named was raving at the Preacher who was screaming ’i’ve got it! i’ve got it!’ til you shouted back ’well, i sure hope it’s not contagious’ and the moon rose high over the brickwork street and we counted the stars and the Tarot lady said that our auras were cloudy. i said ’don’t touch her cause the Rastas all call her a psychic vampire’ and laughed then you said ’psychotic’s more like it’ and Izzy the hillbilly Hebrew with a fake scottish accent was arguing that the Bible was god’s semen to the Koalabear preacher. but then another riot broke out and we cheered and threw pennies at the the Koalabear’s head, well, that’s cause it was so very shiny, a right good target. and Shawnnee was moping under the japanese plum trees stalking us as if we were blind. so i said, ’what’s with him, i sent Angel to lay him, thought that might cheer him up.’ you told me that Angel had rolled him instead, that he was living with the Wookie in our old apartment and cried like a girl. you said, ’watch me land this penny on that guy who got knocked out’ and the coin fell arcing like a shooting star so i made a wish on it.

User	ruejacobs | 2004-05-05 |
Subject	memory
Message	i caught up with you at the coffee shop where those wanna-be rainbow brat yuppie spawn hung, remember? you had that brick from Vinnie’s Lot in your hand and your gutterpunk camos were torn in the seat. you were ’spanging the tourists and when they looked at that brick, boy, i never seen so many dollars in your pocket. Mau-Mau, the Goth-girl was whining to you that you owed her from Tuesday so i gave her a pass to the Masquerade, well, ’cause it was comperable. and who wants to dance there i’d like to know, you whispered as she plodded away in her thick boots. she would, i said, poor dear. you said i’m gonna go buy a handful of chocolate beans and i said i’ll go withya and get me some milk and we drank half-an-half from the tiny bottles by the selfserve counter in there. that was the night that you threw fireworks at my Prettyboy, Shawnee. man, did he have a sweet a** (but nothing between the ears, poor thing, dumb as a box of rocks.) and remember, he pursed up his Prettyboy lips and was all, ’Stop it, make him Stop it, Zero G.’ and i was laughing so hard that i almost blew chunks all on the stones with the nobody-hall-of-fame words. then we ran to the Vertigo and drew lines from my poems in flourescent marker all over our bodies and danced under the blacklights. all those words were glowing tatoos... and that beefy Guard, the one who never cussed and said things like, "Ladies How Are You This Evening" you know, the one who got shot (when i was looking for Steve the Astrologer on 7th cause i thought it was him and the Coppers on Horseback circled his body and i ran under the horse’s hooves to get to him still thinking it was my Astrologer dead under there, ’til Wolfie hollered and said he was watching that Guard get shot?) remember that guard he said, ’ you young ladies look so lovely tonight." and we were only moshing those yuppies, moshing those barbies, and then we left and you said ’them barbies are so plastic, they’ve got Mattell stamped on their asses.’ and then Shawnee was there, hands on hips and Prettyboy pout saying ’ c’mon, Zero G, i wanna go home’ like some Girlygirl fishwife shrew. i said i’d see you tomorrow but you knew i was lying. that’s the night i left the Strip for three months and left my Shawnee for good.

User	Skinwalker | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	Nothing but a Joke
Message	Blood poured from my fanged maw and I heard you inhale in fear. As I gazed up from my meal, and sparks streaked the sky, you ran. I could see you as if it was the brightest day, but it was the darkest night, and I had you in my red gaze. You barreled through the forest and sloshed through the rain, but when you came to the other side I was there over you with your throat in my mouth, and blood dyed my fur, my mane. You stood there in shock looking upon your dead body as I skinned it and donned it to hide my four legs. Then you awoke from a sweaty nightmare. You heard thunder roaring outside and the almost tribal beat of the rain. As you got out of bed to close your shades you heard a howl echo through the lands. Then you saw red eyes gaze through the window, through your soul.

User	Transcendancing | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	Angela
Message	You were so pretty standing there, each hair was wound perfectly, your gown something of an imaginary dream and you stood there smiling regally as if the whole world looked to you. Today it would. A whole nation awaited your presentation... Princess found, once lost and now, to be Queen. The nation rejoiced and everywhere there were bright colours, cheers and festival dancers, the city celebrated as they awaited your first words as their sovereign. I kissed your cheek reverently before taking a final look and allowing you to turn and walk through the large oaken doors to stand before the cheering mass of your new subjects.

User	angela~ | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	untitled
Message	I remember that time we fought, and it was over the stupidest thing. You wanted to pay for dinner and I would not let you. You said I was always being stupid like that. I took such offense at your words which really were harmless. Of course, we laughed it all off over a few cocktails later that evening. "Everyone is entitled to a bad day", you said.

User	cuddledumplin | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	untitled
Message	She put that rail pass to good use just two weeks later. We went back to the town that we’d painted. We’d used glitter pain in psychedelic swirls, but we were sad to learn that it’d washed off with the first rain. So we painted it again with more durable paint and a coat of sealant just to make sure that it stayed. She decided that she loved the big house we’d painted purple with daisies, and she bought it for a vacation home. We went back every year and spent a few weeks at the massive house by the sea.

User	Transcendancing | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	Reply: boompatah
Message	The evening was slightly damp, the barest patter of rain fell outside upon the street. I waited outside the club for you, chatting to the door man, big and burly though with kind intelligent eyes. You smiled at him as you arrived and we hugged, grabbing our stuff and heading inside, skirting the crowd entirely and heading to the room out back to unpack and dress for the show. Matching outfits with slightly over the top make up and hair, we looked a treat and we laughed, excited and nervous all at once. The club was high profile, and usually packed to brimming, the line heading well down the street each thursday, friday and saturday night. This was our first performance here, and despite the fear I felt, I knew we’d do well - we always did, and as we stepped out onto the polished stage, blinded by the stage lights and the roar of the crowd, we danced, and we performed, breathless by the end, but ecstatic in knowing we’d conquered them. We’d held them in our hands and caressed their minds with our dance. As we left much later on, after sitting at the owner’s own table we laughed and bounced excitedly, with an open invitation to return to perform any time.

User	Transcendancing | 2004-05-03 |
Subject	Reply: Cuddledumplin
Message	I caught the train and we met amidst the bright shining of the sun, I remember wincing from the brightness and you laughed as we hugged. We wandered around and we talked, I don’t remember what we saw, but I remember the horizon, and the sky and the way the open air reflected our smiles. We caught the train and ended up in a city, just for the night and we painted the town, so many vivid colours they are yet still reeling... as we talked drowsily returning back on the train we laughed, ecstatic at the city’s reaction. I was sad to leave you, and I was weepy and giggly all at once, the morning was bright and cool, and I can’t quite remember your expression, but I remember your words "I will come visit you next time..."