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@jaysis-blog
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im here ig...... dont hold me to it but im here
@jaysis
Tonight is the night Vod discovers that the only thing worse than getting caught taking a piss against a wall by a stranger is getting caught taking a piss against a wall by… yourself.
(The sound of something splashing ardently against the ground, and then a tinkling a little more gently, and then stopping entirely. And then tinkling a bit. And then stopping. And then a zipper going up.)
‘ --- ’
‘ clones. ’
In The Room Where You Sleep - Dead Man’s Bones
starter for @jaysis
“ what even are y’ wearin’? did y’ steal those from the old stuff going to the poor? GOD, cassidy, yer’ like a parasite. when are y’ goin’ to start affordin’ your own things? ”
‘ aye, well. ’ cass flounders for a suitable retort. it shows on his face as a deep, unsettling level of concentration. ‘ --- wouldje be callin these poor people parasites, hm? didn’t think so. consider the fact, hm, that i’m also poor as a church mouse. an’ as the baby jesus once said, ’ another pause, another flounder, another somewhat constipated expression, ‘ don’t be an arsehole. ’ beat. ‘ it’s from the modern translation of the bible. you won’t have read it. ’
@preachin.
‘ --- in your head, in your head, they are dyiiiiiing --- ’ deep breath, which also serves as a pause so jesse can chime in if he wants to. he doesn’t. ‘ --- WHAT’S IN YOUR HEEEEAD, in your HEEEEEEEAD, ZOMBIE, ZOMB-AY, ZOMB-AY, ZOMB-AY-AY-AY --- ’
It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen in your head, in your head, In your head they’re still fighting
You Drive Me Wild - The Runaways (The Runaways, 1976)
he snorts back a laugh. ‘ a simple night-time 200 hundred mile round trip. ’ and he gets in, because despite the fact it never really gets cold in texas at night, he is chilled; it’ll be the stone that did it, sitting and not moving for two hours except to text cassidy and kennedy. jesse turns his phone off, on that note, and hopes ken doesn’t text him again whilst it’s that way. it’s not that he doesn’t wanna talk to them (he always does). he just - well, he doesn’t wanna talk to anyone, present company excluded.
‘ review’s byline is that i shoulda gone with you. or told you. whichever. ’ he fiddles with the radio and settles on country music at a low level, which is about as close to annoying cass with a roster of the king and johnny cash as he can get. jesse hasn’t felt truly comfortable all evening, but he eases into the feeling now, sinking back into the passenger seat and watching cassidy’s hands and the lights glowing on the dash. ‘ mighta had a better time that way. ’
of course he picked country. cass throws an irritable look at the radio, as if it’s somehow personally betrayed him. still, it’s a kind of compulsion to drum his fingers along on the steering wheel while he’s driving. he watches the road and thinks about jesse sitting at that bar with a face like a slapped arse, sipping on a beer because he’s too damn macho to order himself a fruity cocktail, and he smiles. ‘ mate, it’s in the past now, it’s all done. ’ one hand on the wheel, he waves his other in the air vaguely. ‘ qué será será, an’ all that shite. ’
the sky is creeping towards the kind of dark that he really feels awake in; he watches the road pass for a few seconds and says, plaintive, sympathetic, ‘ so y’didn’t have a good time. ’
My Sharona (Single - 1979) - The Knack
My Sharona
From the album: Get The Knack (1979) by The Knack
“ look at this CHURCH! look at this. a STARBUCKS in the lobby? since when did people require frappuccinos to come to church? ”
indie Preacher rp account for Emily Woodrow
Geeks Of Doom
he looks between the block of sunlight and cassidy and back again, and leaves it open just for the purpose of chastising: ‘ you know, as your preacher, i’m duty-bound to tell you that if the lord’s good light is causin you harm –– well, you gotta drink less rat water. or stop suckin’ shit out of the ac unit. whatever stops givin you almighty hangovers. ’
‘ first of all, mate, yeh’re not my preacher. yeh’re a preacher i happen to know. they’re very different things. second of all --- ’ cass would very much like to shufty closer and wag his finger at jesse for dramatic effect, but the lord’s good light is in the way. ‘ --- if yeh’re talkin about duty, isn’t it yours to do a good deed fer yer ol mate? ’
Black River Killer - Blitzen Trapper