#delaurent

[yokayi]

“i prefer the word ‘eccentric.’“ ok last one for edamura

‘     eccentric  . . .     ’         more breath than voice,   shaky as the anger bubbles   (   a verbal champagne anticipating the pop!   ).        ‘     ECCENTRIC?!     ’         the spandex suit stretches taut over edamura’s slim frame,   silver - spangled star plastered all over his chest    . . .   he looked dumb.         edamura knew it,   the lopsided grin on laurent’s face told him laurent knew it too,   the audience would come to know it soon enough.         ‘     do you know what’s eccentric ?   going out in a dressing gown in the middle of winter,   speaking latin with your friends,   i don’t know !!!!   sticking feathers up your ass,   but this?!?!?!?     ’         he can hear the stutter of cheers that leaves the air static,   smell an entire ecosystem ripe under his nose,   see the   —   no,   he’d rather avoid the pinprick - gazed clowns for now,   this was enough of a nightmare as it is.          he had to hand it to laurent,   though,   it takes a special kind of person   (   one that needs to be institutionalised if you asked edamura,   but when did anyone ask edamura anything ?   )   to toss a cloth over thin air and materialize an entire circus;          it felt magical,   and the blonde was sure dressed as a magician,   he had nailed that part down to a T,   but why on earth was edamura the one getting shot out of a canon?          how was that helping the animals they were trying to protect?          ‘     no,   i’m not doing it,  no way jose!    why don’t you do it if  you  know so much, huh?     ’         

@delaurent

[snakehoney]

HEIR TO CARCASS ,  TO BLOOD TINTED GLASSES .    he  holds  his hands open  like a charity box -   mouth held to tender timbre wearing bone thin skin.   -            ᴴᴱ  ᵁᴺᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴬᴺᵀ          /     RUNAWAY        fastened on  freedom’s slender waist like a babe on its mother’s tit courts a new name     ,    FAR FROM FATHER’S MOUTH       he                𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤       𝕠𝕗      𝕙𝕚𝕤      𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣   &   𝕙𝕖𝕣     𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘,      but he can’t be with it anymore                  and so he trades  himself or treasures       (       ill timed words  -      trinkets   and bodies  .  )          NOMADIC  FANCIES             holding  stomach   to       steel tight  resolve.                 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙴𝙳   𝙵𝙸𝚇𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴             now  sad        CONFIDENCE MAN   LEFT TO MAGGOTS              wishing to be  dried of anything showing who he was .                   

                               “    good sir           @delaurent​ ,                change for the poor if you would     ”       eyne          𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥  𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 - 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕     𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕝𝕖        -        cherry  picking  vocable as though her were not  knowing  of   the             LAND’S TONGUE .                    he goes  to move       teeth   to spur blood     a      filthy    move learned    from the best .          

[snakehoney]

‘  better  to  be  hungry  now  than  to  be  sorry  later.  ’ for adam!

THERE WILL BE BLOOD ON THE BIRTH OF A NEW SUN.             he  finds the statement  to arouse  the more           SORDID       details  of his  nature.   and so he catches   his     𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆    𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔   𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 ,         racing to feel   between teeth    something amongst  them  .      a seeking for kin  shaped in        lᵃᵇʸʳⁱⁿᵗʰⁱⁿᵉ  ᶜʰᵃᵐᵇᵉʳˢ    ʷⁱᵗʰ  ʰᵉˡˡ ⁻ ˢᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʰᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ.   .     he  crowns himself    an    anathema      -      T͟H͟E͟ R͟E͟M͟A͟I͟N͟S͟        O͟F͟ A͟     P͟L͟A͟G͟U͟E͟ N͟O͟W͟       I͟N͟ A͟ N͟E͟W͟      H͟U͟N͟G͟E͟R͟.        and   so  he   grows to bulbs   siting on trees and waiting for   a   GORGE    of      fools      to  open .           he sharpens  his    hands   and brings himself   to  look    𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕    𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕      𝒊𝒏  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇   𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏                                       “   if we are honest ,    there isn’t   a moment when    i am not . ”               ʰᵉ  ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ    ʰⁱˢ     ᶠᵃᶜᵉ     ᵃ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ˢʰᵉᵉⁿ    ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ    ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ       in the pocket of a designed     end.                                     “    there is   nothing to this world    that  has the right to    EXIST      and i   was chosen by  the devil   himself to make it a new  . ”          he   thinks  himself   𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔      ,   with mucus rimmed teeth  wanting for   his     eve    so that the snake could grow again. 

@delaurent      +       the     mad man says : 

[sanscouer]

“    ah   ——    ?!    c’mon,    don’t    be    so    𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!!    listen,    i   can    make    good    food    if    you    just    gave    me    a    chance!  “

      one  liner call   — —  @delaurent​ !