#dogdare

[eviji]

@dogdare

"I thought we might boil something in Vermouth."

[joyousdefunct]

@dogdare / cont.

jerald squints at the thing for a second too long.

“man, i dunno. could be one'a fifty different ones. they all kinda look like that after enough … y'know. use."

he leans closer without actually touching it.

“got bite marks all over it. that's either quality craftsmanship or somebody's got anxiety."

he glances up at bev.

“people who partake in intercourse as a source of income is a whole loootta words, man."

a pause.

“i think if somebody called me that i’d assume they were a fed."

[rekant]

@eyeshone / @dogdare

"wait - it's almost out."

they lift their hands in their own defence, holding up the cigarette, about a quarter burned, as though boldness might obfuscate the lie. which it is. outright.

"two seconds. really."

[eviji]

@dogdare

"—Are we fighting?"

[eviji]

@dogdare @vitalphenomena

"I'm good in a tight spot. Yes, hello, Margot."

[notengohambre-blog]

K, ESTA ES LA HISTORIA

Todo nació de un dogdare una tarde-noche en la que supongo, estábamos tomados, usualmente no hago este tipo de cosas sobrio... (aquí es donde todos me apuntan y dicen FAIL! y esas cosas). El punto es que me retaron a escribir un poema. O un algo, ni idea de los nombres científicos de estas cosas. Pero no un simple... le diremos poema por más comodidades, sino un poema basado en palabras y frases sueltas de mi twitter personal. He ahí si le encuentran sentido o no.

Ah y para no hacer este post tan aburrido, miren esto: link. Advertencia: si lo miran se irán al infierno, yo ya estoy perdido.

RR