#anakennan

[dovbleback-blog]

anakennan replied to your post:

(ana’s like fuck yes, something interesting!! i’ll make it a post when i get home from work if that’s okay!!!)

HELL. FUCKING. YES. i mean. yeah that’d be cool.

[xuntier-blog]

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        he’s BUZZING --- skin rolling all the way to the tips            of his toes & the entire       room is spinning out of             control. head canting to the side - her skin glimm-            ers against the lighting, her words coming out   as             a fresh song from the birds.                          weird ------ he had never THOUGHT of the                          world that way.            ❝ oh come ON nothing like a good adventure. how else               are we supposed to paint the town red, hm? why not               put that sugar-shit down and join me? ❞

[claimsmediiic]

                                        ☣ anakennan

    It isn’t common for him to make use of his     front door ( as unusual as it sounds ), and     on this one particular occasion that he does,     he’s met with an usual sight. A young woman     sprawled out on the sidewalk, completely     unconscious. Curious, he inches forward to     check that she’s alive, but he’s stopped by the     empty needle discarded on the sidewalk by      her. She’s on zydrate. Of course. Who isn’t?     But why is she all the way out here? Usually     the addicts are piled in the alleys of the slums,     where they gather to receive their latest fix.

    Nudging her leg with his foot, he enunciates     in a clear and stern voice.

   ❝Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here.❞

[godfrxy]

'If I were in Frisco now, I'd buy a great big quart of Christian Brothers Port or some other excellent special brand and go up to my Chinatown room and empty half its contents in an empty pint, stick that in my pocket, and take off.'