Post by Connor Moore on Dec 25, 2008 20:12:09 GMT -6
ConnorAaronMoore
[/i][/font][/size]' 'You're a lot cooler when you dont talk' '
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so, you see he's called Connor but he hates that, so call him Con or he will, in the nicest way, rip your head off. eighteen years is what he's seen through his eyes, and oh, did i mention? he's a senior here. seems nice enough? yeah, he's a real radtastic cookie, but thankfully he's single. gotta love that.
Nowwhichwaswhichcat?
[/font][/right]just met,,mungojerrie and rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. as
hallhellos,,knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers
acquaintance,,and acrobats they had an extensive reputation. they made their home in
friendofafriend,,victoria grove - that was merely their centre of operation, for
nameterms,,they were incurably given to rove. they were very well known in
average,, cornwall gardens, in launceston place and in kensington square
goodfriend,,they had really a little more reputation than a couple
closefriend,,of cats can very well bear. if the area window
bestfriend,,was found ajar and the basement looked like
bestgirl,,a field of war, if a tile or two came loose on
bestguy,,the roof, which presently ceased to be waterproof, if the
joinedatthehip,,drawers were pulled out from bedroom chests, and
likefamily,,you couldn't find one of your winter vests, or after supper one
circleoftrust,,of the girls suddenly missed her woolworth pearls: then the
partnerincrime,,family would say: ‘it's that horrible cat! it was mungojerrie
studybuddy,,or rumpelteazer!’ -- and most of the time they left it
drinkingbuddy,,at that. mungojerrie and rumpelteazer had an unusual gift of
partyfriend,,the gab. they were highly efficient cat burglars as well,
childhood,,and remarkably smart at a smash-and-grab. they made
secret,,their home in victoria Grove. they had no regular occupation.
confidante,,they were plausible fellows, and liked to engage a friendly
Whenthepolicedogreturned
[/font][/right]godie,,of the awful battleof the pekes and the pollicles,
hardcore,,together with some account of the participation of the pugs
mutualhate,,and the poms, And the intervention of the great rumpuscat.
rivals,,the pekes and the pollicles, everyone knows, are proud and
association,,implacable passionate foes; it is always the same, wherever one
avoidance,,goes. and the pugs and the poms, although most people
tolerance,,say that they do not like fighting, will often display.
irritation,,every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. and
backstabbed,,they bark, bark, bark, bark. bark, bark, bark, bark. until
indifference,,you can hear them all over the park. now on
ihateyou,,the occasion of which I shall speak almost nothing had
youhateme,,happened for nearly a week (and that's a long time
jealously,,for a pol or a peke). the big police dog
enemy,,was away from his beat - i don't know the reason,
friendtoenemy,,but most people think he'd slipped into the
fakefriend,,bricklayer’s arms for a drink - and no one at all was about
scaredofyou,,on the street when a peke and a pollicle happened
scaredby[name],,to meet. they did not advance, or exactly retreat, but
dislike[state],,they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet,
mutualdislike,,and started to bark, bark, bark, bark. bark, bark, bark,
enemywithbenefits,,bark. until you can hear them all over the park.
Youonceandonceagain
[/font][/right]love,,macavity's a mystery cat: he's called the hidden paw for
final,,he's the master criminal who can defy the law. he's
current,,the bafflement of scotland yard, the flying squad's despair: for
future,,when they reach the scene of crime macavity's not there!
pastgood,,macavity, macavity, there's no one like macavity. he's broken every
pastbad,,human law, he breaks the law of gravity. his powers
onenight,,of levitation would make a fakir stare, and when you
fuckbuddy,,reach the scene of crime macavity's not there! you may
makeout,,seek him in the basement, you may look up in
crushon[name],,the air- but I tell you once and once again
crushonyou,,macavity's not there! macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall
mutualcrush,,and thin; you would know him if you saw him, for his eyes
engaged,,are sunken in. his brow is deeply lined in
married,,thought, his head is highly domed; his coat is dusty
affair,,from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. he sways his head
secret,,from side to side, with movements like a snake; and
attraction,,when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
flirt,,macavity, macavity, there's no one like macavity, for he's a
lust,,fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. you may
onandoff,,meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
sexualtension,,but when a crime's discovered, then macavity's not there!
Catthatcannotbeignored
[/font][/right]protectiveof[name],,there's a whisper down the line at 11:39 when the
protectiveofyou,,night mail's ready to depart saying "skimble where is skimble
respect[name],,has he gone to hunt the thimble? we must find
respectyou,,him or the train can't start." all the guards and
parent,,all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters they are searching
sibling,,high and low, saying, "skimble where is skimble for unless
relative,,he's very nimble then the night mail just can't go."
neighbour,,at 11:42 with the signal nearly due and the passengers
classmate,,all frantic to a man then skimble will appear and
mentor,,he'll saunter to the rear: he's been busy in the
admiration,,luggage van! he gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
obsession,,and the signal went "all clear!" and we're off at last
stalker,,for the northern part of the northern hemisphere! you may
emotionalsupport,,say that by and large it is skimble who's in
goodinfluence,,charge of the sleeping car express. from the driver and
badinfluence,,the guards to the bagmen playing cards he will supervise
familyfriend,,them all, more or less. down the corridor he paces
mixedfeelings,,and examines all the faces of the travellers in the
complicatedstuff,,first and the third; he establishes control by a regular
soulmate/friend,,patrol and he'd know at once if anything occurred. he
other[specify],,would watch you without winking and he saw what you
now, down here are the credits. see this plot
page was made by hilz, though you'll know
her as strawberry, or ` ` girl anachronism of
whitepages or CAUTION! let's get this clear then;
the words are from 'old possums book of practical
cats' by T.S Elliot [wikipedia him] and hilz apologizes for
dephrasing them.
colours are the color blender and if you steal any of this
in any form hilz will personally come and throw
stale cookies at you
until well. . . *cough* enjoy!
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