Livin' the stereotype

[yagathai]

I'm wearing a black t-shirt with skulls on it, smoking a clove cigarette and listening to Nightwish. At midnight. In the dark.

My soul bleeds bloody black blood, sliced by the wings of a million obsidian butterflies. Butterflies of *darkness*.

Comments

[mrbelm.livejournal.com]

But do you shit tiny vampires?

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

No, I do not. There is nothing tiny about them.

[saltedpin.livejournal.com]

Sara was looking over my shoulder for a moment as I scrolled off this entry and said, "I thought that said smoking a dove."

Which would also be appropriate.

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

How would you... how would you get them to stop flapping long enough to wrap them in cigarette paper?

[saltedpin.livejournal.com]

Bite their heads off, I imagine.

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

That just seems... impractical.

[babyraven.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you KNOW it's funny. The really obnoxious people are the ones who don't.

[xtingu]

Where did you get your cloves? Are they leftovers from before they were made (dun dun DUNNNNNNNN) illegal?

[yagathai.livejournal.com]

Um. They were rather old, but from after the ban, but they were technically clove cigarillos, not clove cigarettes. They just happen to look, smell, and taste exactly like the cigarettes did. =) I don't know if they've plugged that loophole yet or not.

[kev.livejournal.com]

Listen here, pal. I think we both know this shtick is already taken. I think you know by who.

A man who goes by the name of THE DARK POET.

I came back to LJ, just for this moment.

The moment when you suck it.