Friday, August 11, 2006

Friday. 55.

He looked down upon the Earth, shining blue, green and brown, a glistening orb awakening to the first rays of the yellow sun.

They were his people, yet he’d never belong. They needed him but didn’t accept him as one of their own.

But so long as they needed him, he’d be there.

Waiting, watching...


Chamique has replied here.

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wish that I could cry,
Fall upon my knees,
Find a way to lie,
About a home I’ll never see...

Nice. But it could be different.

Anonymous said...

And the Sappy Show continues...

Anonymous said...

Came here via Desipundit.

Your 55 word posts and the replies are awesome.

Anonymous said...

Anonymous, it's funny how you keep coming back for more!
Shoo!

Anonymous said...

Seeker, what is it with you? Self appointed guardian of the comments?

It is sappy but readable too.

Anonymous said...

It's me the post is about. Neo. The One. Take the blue pill, take the red pill.

Anonymous said...

and the reply is up. but not here. hmmm.....

Anonymous said...

still no link love?

blr bytes said...

What?! No "Happy Ending" (TM)?

Anonymous said...

The love is back! But where is Recluse with his post?

chamique said...

Why you wahn happy ending like that one lah?
;)

Life does not consist of happy endings alone, mister. Also, your fifty five was cryptic-ish.

Anonymous said...

I'm assuming that's in reference to the Bangkok hookers?

In which case, the appropriate response is:

"Because we fuk-fukky till morning lah, 100 bhat only."

Seriously, happy endings are nice but there's nothing to suggest Chamique's wasn't a happy ending. For her.

Anonymous said...

Wow that's a good reply Recluse!

chamique said...

Recluse, I like!

Anonymous above: Yah lah! They love you looong time.

And happy endings are totally relative.

Anonymous said...

“Fourteen men. Twenty four hours”, said the Inspector. He’d seen some gruesome crime scenes in his time but this one turned his stomach.

Blood and feces splattered across the walls and the furniture. Bound hands and stuffed mouths.

They were silent and mute as she buggered them to death with a 10-inch strap on dildo.

Anonymous said...

He opened the hostel door and she was there in a trench coat and stilettos.

She came and said, “Let’s get kinky boy and call your friends…”

So they all came to be bound and gagged by her, standing in stilettos and nothing else.

And then they saw the gargantuan pink dildo in her hand…

Anonymous said...

Sitting on the sofa, he enjoyed the game. Occasionally, he would sneak a glance at her while she quietly continued with her work.

“Oh yes, I like that”, he gushed, then turned to her and said, “That guy can play!”


She was finally done.

“Thanks for the great blowjob, baby”, he said with great pleasure.

Anonymous said...

A story with a happy ending, depends on where you stop reading !!

Anonymous said...

He knows that she won’t like it. He likes that. He pulls out his mobile and punches out the message, grinning. Two minutes later, he surveys his work. “Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio”.

Mr. D said...

55? it's become more like a 69.

blr bytes said...

Ummm, did I miss something? How did this degenerate to involving a murderess, a dildo and a blow job?

Damn, I'm old. But maybe we can make this a regular ploy...

Oh, and drop us a line in our new, format-resistant, Gabbly Chat window.

Anonymous said...

Recluse, let your imagination serve you well.